BELOW
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Winter Solstice, Christmas, Below. Forrest and the rest of us found what Blanca was talking about. I wish everything was a little more obvious to us at the time. Willow Creek State Institution held a lot more than an unforgivable history, I can say its our fault for trying to understand what that was.
(BELOW IS ALSO CHAPTER XIII OF ANTONYM & THE CONCLUSION OF NORTHOAK)
Best wishes from Forrest and the others, I hope this finds you well
I will see you soon
-Ashton
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