Twelve. The Song of the Woods.


A figure stood at the open gate, at the beginning of the path that led into the woods. The figure wore a thick coat and a violin rested on his shoulder. He drew the bow string over it slowly, carefully, and played as if he were serenading the woods themselves.

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