Every Man Makes A God Of His Own Desires (Dulcis Puer Meus) by greenvlvetcouch

Podfic Text-to-Speech (TTS) reading of Every Man Makes A God Of His Own Desires (Dulcis Puer Meus) by greenvlvetcouch

Cover Art by Dara

Please, please, heed all the tags on AO3. This fic is not for everyone and is tagged DEAD DOVE for a reason.

Summary
“Some say you’re to blame for the barren land.”

“Is that so?”

“And the sickness that spread last spring.”

“What a shame.”

“Some even say when you come to town, that's when the fowls die—and the ground you walk on takes twice as long to grow come summer.” Remus met Sirius’s eye. “They say the night your mother birthed you, when they woke the next morning, a two-headed calf had been born as well."

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17th century, wolfstar.

 
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