Stolen Memories Autumn. The golden, brown, orange and red leaves are caressed on the slight breeze as they float down to the earth. Short, yellow grass blankets the hills. They say this is the famous battle place of Promise and Tyrant, though no one knows for sure. The strong scent of the flower of life is here, that and Promise. His ghost does wander here aimlessly, hopelessly.. though few encounter it.
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