Dark and Deep…

Back in the woods…

Read After Burnout

I had never thought of him as being a talker, all those centuries alone in the woods would have made talking a redundant function. He may have talked to himself but that may have been a little risky in such a dark place. I was coming around to the understanding that these woods were the haunts of all kinds of things that set themselves against the wellbeing of man, and boy. We hadn’t spoken since we met. He had an understanding of me that I had not truly expressed and this was in keeping with his compatriots who were starting to mouth the next lines on the page before I had even arrived at them. As I was saying, I never expected him to be a talker but four words in half a day was a little extreme.

“To go where?”

“You need to get to the far side of…

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