We are all hunted by the shadows of the past
A distant figured walked the fairways near the great willow. Looking akin to a dark shadow, as night fell, black as velvet, only to be pierced by a few distant stars, flickering through the thick Isle fog.
He gazed into the fog as it enveloped him, and he disappeared from the sight of his classmates, on a quest, a journey alone...into shadow.
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