The forgotten
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- Chapitres 2
In a dark forest lay a small bed of flowers , untouched . Surrounded by fire ,burning grass and trees. The black smoke kidnapping the sun. A girl the size of a rabbit grows out of this garden of hope. With the swipe of a finger gives the sun life again.
In a world if fire and burning there
is a small spark of relief...
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