Tuesday, February 19, 2019
Meadows for Borders
The forest gives way to an open meadow, perhaps a farmer's field. But there is little sign of furrows in the earth, only a fog settling over all. Somewhere in the distance a voice bellows, deep and mean, filled with a hunger that makes the coming night seem all the more dark. ~ The World of Aihrde
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