““Children got it—man, they really did. For such small creatures, they could really see the big picture. Darc was like a beacon in a stormy night. A battered, torn, and damaged beacon, which made him an even more trusted beacon. Why? Because Darc would never run away. He’d seen some stuff. He’d lived through a hell most others wouldn’t want to imagine, yet here he was, getting battered again. The””
