#originalrevenge

[my-deer-hart]

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Saphire grumbled as she walked home, the sun almost below the Horizon. She gripped something in her hand, so hard that her knuckles where white.  Hearing foot steps behind her, she stopped. No one ever came to her woods, and if any one did, it rarely ended well.

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Arthur has passed away.