About Prentice McHoan

These were the days of fond promise, when the world was very small and there was still magic in it. He told them stories of the Secret Mountain and the Sound that could be Seen, of the Forest drowned by Sand and the trees that were time-stilled waters...Then, every day was a week, each month a year. A season was a decade, and every year a life.

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