Chapter
Valley of the Shadow
“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness,
will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
– Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Friedrich Nietzsche
Sol gasped, a sharp cawing startling her awake.
Perched on the windowsill was an enormous black raven. He disregarded her entirely, preening his feathers a…
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