OLE ONE EYE

From Volume 3: The owl was on a fence post, his back to me. Slowly he spun his head, his body motionless, and I saw his face in painful detail. He was damaged brother (like us all).

From Volume 3: The owl was on a fence post, his back to me. Slowly he spun his head, his body motionless, and I saw his face in painful detail. He was damaged brother (like us all).
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