Gwen

“Name?”

“Cora Canalyl.”

“Age?”

“24, but I’ll be 25 next week.”

The interrogator nodded. “Now when exactly did your...” he said, searching his mind for a ... [+]

I climb, I eat, I sleep, I am safe. Safe from starvation, safe from danger, safe from any harm. All this safety at the expense of my freedom. Here I am! Come look! Come look! I am climbing a tree! I... [+]