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‘Tis merry, ‘tis merry in good greenwood. / -Old Song
Perhaps it was that same day or perhaps it was only that same summer or perhaps even it was another year. . When Ish looked up, he saw, very clearly, a young man standing in front of him. The young man wore a neat-enough pair of blue jeans with copper rivets shining brightly, and yet over his shoulders he wore a tawny hide with sharp claws dangling from it.