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Post by RaisinHell on Jun 10, 2013 1:54:13 GMT
An uncharacteristic cool summer night, fog flowed over the forest floor like water- thick, churning and white. Here in the midnight coloured woods, three waist-high figures stood just outside the cover of the trees, the one in the lead had just finished it's climb onto the bedrock outcrop that stuck out of the ground like a broken rib.
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