“Good,” the Master said. “Lesson one, complete. Lesson two: Tending the Wound .”
They did. The mirror beneath them reflected their inverted selves—two bodies, four feet, a constellation of flaws and forgotten tenderness.
“Good,” the Master said. “Lesson one, complete. Lesson two: Tending the Wound .”
They did. The mirror beneath them reflected their inverted selves—two bodies, four feet, a constellation of flaws and forgotten tenderness.