Ghost’s Tears

“I dare you to go see what’s rustling those bushes over there, Ghost.” Flower whispered in his ear. A tree-length away, a thicket of dense brambles swayed and crackled back and forth. Beside the thicket was an ashen tree, the base still alive with brown healthy roots and the top branches dead and black. Ghost... Continue Reading →

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