"One cannot trade the souls of children as if they were tokens! There has to be another way."
"No. There is only me. There is only my way. There is only the forest, and there is only surrender."
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Over the black rainbow
You follow our dear protagonist, a young boy through his adventures in the surreal world held in the palms of...
LEFT FEILD
I'm not sure how long this will last I'm planning for it to be a short story. Also, this is my first story an...