Sir Kalan's blade

[crashtestskater]

The trail wound around trees, up hills and down vales.  She was surrounded by trees.  Evergreen branches hung low, burdened by the weight of the snow.  The breaks of brilliant green in the wash of white were refreshing.  Kalan had heard people describe the tall bare branches of other trees as sinister clawed hands.  She disagreed.  They were somber

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[adafrog]

Good.