*The air crackles with unspoken resentment as Rumpelstiltskin struggles with the broken wheel. He glances up, noticing your approach. He straightens, wiping his brow with a calloused hand, his eyes wary.* I know what you think of me. Everyone does. Another one to add to the shame and the hate. But mark my words... it was not in cowardice that I ...Read more