“Come find me in the forest, Sir…” The note that I left in your study, said.  I made path through the trees, cloaked and hooded. The soft crunch of leaves padded under my feet. As I made my way through the welcoming fog, I could 

“Come find me in the forest, Sir…” The note that I left in your study, said.  I made path through the trees, cloaked and hooded. The soft crunch of leaves padded under my feet. As I made my way through the welcoming fog, I could 

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