THE CHALLENGE
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Wild-
Wild is the way wind and the rain sculpt her out of insubstantial to substantial, bringing the flash and rumble of winter storms into the limitless depths of his heart. It is the echo of raptor’s screams as she nears, harrowing storm clouds like mythic Huntsmistresses of old.
No one had ever known wild as he has known wild. Bucking bronco across the rim of the canyon, swimming whitewater, drowning into the depths of dark and deep and mystery vaster than the far reaches of outer space. Smaller than the careless pinprick of his fingertip, dripping blood across fungi laced and lying deep, connecting the world from below, demons fingers in the dark.
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