If you ever, in forty years’ time, living alone in that tree without anyone to speak to, ever doubted for the briefest moment whether I’d forgotten you...
They’ll be here soon. They may approach with torches and screaming for my blood, or send a few of the bigger men, barefooted with rope. They’ll lash me to the base of the Great Tree, and everyone will gather at dawn and...
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1 comment:
I like it..go andrew. :)
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