Over the hills, far away

[etherealtempest]

'Over those hills!' The bird spoke to Black Envy. He approached the hill face, it was steep and made of cold stone. 'How are we going to get over these hills?' He asked the bird. It seemed utterly impassable. 'Got an apple?' the bird replied. Black Envy rummaged through his backpack. 'No I don't have an apple.' He said impatiently. 'Well,

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[theseedofsky]

nice to read you