Old memories

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The singing of old voices dredged from the abyss of Harold's memory the lost days of the creature's origin.

Sylvan and innocent, exploring forest and hill across the manor's primeval country.

A childhood friend, treasured above all. A life built in the embrace of the dark woods.

A family born of two worlds. "O father, my father! It is time to play!"

I have a bit of minor in-my-head backstory to this sequence that Lillian, as part of her stewardship duties, has been coaching Andi to encourage Amanda to read above her grade level, since she's interested in writing and stories.