I hear your voice on the wind
THE FOREST WAS DARK.
And I hear you call out my nameFar darker than the desert wilderness, with its open spaces and endless horizons. Here the trees crowded close together, standing shoulder to shoulder as if holding their secrets close. The road they followed lead ever deeper into the woods, into the dark arms of
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Not entirely sure why the cackling, though.
Fantastic to read.
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