The Importance of Being Human Part 8
My glamour wasn’t usable in the fae realm. That didn’t matter to me, though. I walked with purpose. Using my abilities to track Finnr’s sword. It was one of the few things I had to remind me of my son. I couldn’t let humans have it. It was too valuable and dangerous. It was my son’s legacy. Once I left the fae realm, I donned a new glamour. This was the face and body of a younger man, so I wouldn’t have to walk with a limp and could speak more easily with other men. The face I had before required a person to have a certain level of kindness in them if they were going to overlook it. I traveled down an old, worn road with deep ruts in it. As much as I wanted to walk with purpose and march to where I sensed Finnr’s sword, I had to act like a normal traveler. If I could get it without c
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