We all finished eating and Chief scooted up next to me. “You know already the star story,” he purred over the crackling fire.
I could tell somehow that it was a question and said no.
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First there was only the World, alone in the black with nothing but the whispering Wind for company. The Wind grew bored of talking to his silent brother’s stony face, and so he fled up on astral currents until he found the Sun far away, only a distant speck of...