Light Ov Orange

"It's the howling. It never stops. Like the hum but a million times worse. Wretched hounds of a hell you can't even imagine. Why, who knows what misery they sing about, they could be tracking us right now! Move on hurry hurry, we are going to be late, stupid girl, stop dilly daddling and get …

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The Dark Gate

The dead are buried here, we walk upon their crushed bones, they make the dirt upon which your little paws now hoppity hop upon. The rabbit cares little for her conversation, they are deep beneath the field, deep deep down in the tunnels. Not all things here are dead, little bunnykins muses, not all things down …

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