The Raven Comes to Visit
The red of a rose. The promise of a ring. The memory of a bone. I know not what he does with these gifts, but I know I cannot stop him, lest he take something he shouldn’t.
Read MoreThe red of a rose. The promise of a ring. The memory of a bone. I know not what he does with these gifts, but I know I cannot stop him, lest he take something he shouldn’t.
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