Lunar Letters: To the Countess of Owls I

The Blood Moon is ripe upon us and the hunters hear the call. The beast within yearns to break free and chase and prey and lust. My prey though hides within the trees of ancient down the river. I shall avenge this missed hunt for her so rare compliance. And she will beg for retribution, don’t deny it. Though every time she flees.

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