Once, Will found himself alone in a wood by a quietly flowing river. The energies of Springtime were on the cusp of bursting forth in full splendour, but for now there were simply young green shoots on the woodland floor, and the sound of haunting birdsong. Will couldn't help noticing that almost all the fresh young plants were poisonous ones, and refle…
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