Tangled WebsThe forest was populated with ancient oaks, their trunks swollen by centuries into boles the size of mud huts, their nearly leafless branches reaching to the sky like the gnarled fingers of enormous crones, slumbering somewhere under the earth. The few remaining leaves rattled like bones in the gusts of chill wind that blasted down from the sky. It was a clear sky, the stars gleaming like dagger-points and the moon...the moon...Tangled Webs by Karalora
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