In Bonetree, South Dakota, something is stirring. The forest is hungry, and the kids are too. Years of greed has bleached the forest grey, the plains grey, the herds of bison too struggling through the clay as the colour washes like blood from their feet. This town is rotting, rotting from the inside. Those grown haunt to ruin new flesh. This is America. But the forest has one last fight. One last surge of hope. The old gods, the pagan spirits of the woods see clearly through the blood and marrow. Gently with their wings they will lift up those born down from hate. ❝ Remember how we speak, in your bone marrow, child. Remember how we fill your blood with mud, grass and stones. Remember the leaves that fill your lungs with sand. ❞ [Original Folklore/Coming of Age apply fic.] [open]

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𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 ... six best friends stumble upon fame, fortune, lust, and growing up. (𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑺 𝑩𝒀 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑵) "𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬." 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑳𝒀 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺 .. 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 [] 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 [✔]

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