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Yes, I can write.

Is that a surprise?

Oh yes, of course. I am a mute. So words must be a closed book (Ha.) to me, is that it?

Normally, I have little use for words. Living in the forest, going about my business. And Callie – Cal always knew what I was saying anyway. My mother always said Cal was a witch. She may have been. She was the woman I loved and that should have been enough. Only it wasn’t. And then the religious nut showed up and everything went to Hell.

We left with the circus. For all I know Callie might still be with them. I still love her, you know. Only, I don’t think that you can hold on when somebody is ready to move on. Not if you want to keep the love that was, is, whatever.

But here I am rambling on about things that you all don’t care about.

My name is Clay. I am a carpenter.
Well, lately, I’ve been making coffins mainly. And fixing the house. Before it burned that is.

Let me know if you’ve got anything that needs fixing. I’m good at fixing things. And I miss using my hands.

~ Clay

Fandom: Passion of Darkly Noon
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