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Twenty-eight: Clark Endless
Twenty-eight: Clark Endless The forest still called to me. Every flower, every tree. Every living thing. I might not have been acknowledged as King but Faerie knew exactly who I was. As we ran from the demon, I was overwhelmed by everything. The forest sensed my panic, and so it panicked too. The breeze blew roughly, animals chirped and buzzed angrily, and everyone knew exactly what was going on. The King of Faerie was back, and the King of Faerie was running for his life. Had been for days since the demon appeared. Ben and I hadn’t stopped once not wanting to risk getting caught by the things. Both of us had history with demons. None of it good. “Stop!” I ordered. Ben pulled to a stop. “What’s going on?” he asked. “They know,” I said, “everyone knows. The
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