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“(...)the honey is mine. But so is the dark.”
― ERIN LYNDAL MARTIN, FROM “THE LOST LUNAR BEEKEEPER”
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【a note from the author】
― this is a story about wicked woods, too-clever children, the treacherous Fair Folk, and what it means to be human.
― this is a love story; this is a tragedy; just not in the way you would imagine. This is an ode to memories and virtue and what makes us want to be alive.
― this is a story about taking risks and believing. Just believing.
― most of all, this is just a story. And I hope you enjoy it.
Dedicated to:
【for being wonderful people and a constant motivation to me; it's an honour to call y'all friends】
Copyright © 2019 TheForgottenCoolKid
【don't even think of stealing my work ― I promise I will hunt you down and make you regret it】
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