Rafe
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Often children wander, through whimsy or bravado. Sometimes they go where they should not, and end up not quite right. Of course in Arcadia, somebody needs to keep the children in place, and what better tool to use for this than fear of the dark? The sudden screech of an owl, the mournful howl of a wolf, the rustling in the trees that seemed so peaceful but moments ago.. |
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