The wizened face of a troll appeared in my mirror. It was the first time in many years the troll has taken over my persona. Ever since my trip to Norway where I fell asleep in a glacial cave. Sometimes in a dream I wondered whether the troll woke to find my face on him. But did I have a troll heart? It beat with excitement when the faces were traded. It felt deeper. Only when I moved under a bridge to live did my lover suspect there was something amiss.
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