Sleepy Fox Hollow worfeln

mahler grunted a little. he had pulled a muscle the night before, searching for anselm. he knew the boy had dispersed early, but it seemed phaedra had gone as well. the man's thoughts were on thade then; distracted, he had slipped upon dew and landed heavily.
upon nothing!
and now this morning he paid for his mistake, and moved gingerly in the direction of the ghost forest for his pharmacy, gilded by the rising light of morning.