by Rachel 2/7/2010, 3:32 pm
My thoughts were wandering amongst memories of the days when fog clouded the land. The world had seemed a magical place, with mysteries around every turn. A simple house could become a castle, a tree could be its entire forest. I wanted to go home, but I had to stay at this accursed camp.
Well if the camp was destroyed, I could go home, couldn't I?
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