They crunched underneath his feet. A wonderful, plentiful amount of crimson-orange leaves. How could these leaves fill him up with such unimagibable joy while concurringly filling him up with the greatest possible dread?
Chapter 4: asdggjkygnhdgdfjdgddhhhgddhfhhffhngtjddg
WHAAATTT holy friggin shizz I.. I dont even. This was so short yet im completely..
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