Part One
Autumn
Listen. .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.
- November Night; Adelaide Cray
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Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)
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