Warren sat in his hidden tree fort. Laying on a large limb, in wait for the rest. A stone circle was a mark for the Meeting area. Tonight was the night. In a week, he was heading to the so called town, Greenholm. Puck was cuddled up tightly in Warren's cloak pocket and was falling asleep. Inside...
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