He traces the reddened crescent along the width of Wesley's throat and imagines red-eyed, ravenous monsters, narrow escapes, wounds bandaged, terror eased with comfort and care.
This description got me all teary. Poor Wes, if only that had been the story of that scar.
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This description got me all teary. Poor Wes, if only that had been the story of that scar.