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The Changeling

Blydig Gryyfth had black hair and eyes dark as rotting plums.  As he grew older, his limbs bunched with muscle though he did not grow taller. He hated the forest, hated the trees and the sky itself.  His chief amusement was staring, which could do forever. He never smiled, never laughed. In fact, he barely spoke

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