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my own kind of sight by emkhe

my own kind of sight

emkhe

The ice was an extension of him; of his paws, his fur, his whiskers. Where his eyes couldn't see, it could STRETCH. Where his sight was dark, it outlined the shapes. He would never see like the others. But they would never see like him.

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