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Everything was ready for the ritual. Boris checked his phone. it wasn't quite time yet. He rifled through his brown bag looking for his troll. The troll was elusive, and the sky was not yet bright enough to see into the bag clearly. Boris twisted the bag shut for fear of losing his troll altogether. "Psst.... pssst! Boris!" Boris jerked his head to the left towards a large bush. He could not see anyone there, and yet his name was hissed so very clearly by a familiar voice. "Boris! Don't you hear me? Get in here!" The voice hissed aga...
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By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I hadn't seen the outside world in what Davis said was almost 9 months. Last time mother nature was wrapped under a thick blanket of white snow, wearing her finest trees with ice laced branches. Today, she was engulfed in bold color, not a monochrome shadow in sight. I turned towards the hills. My heart began pounding as if to escape from its prison behind my rib cage. I gasped at the sight of red, yellow, and orange licked trees- All of the hills a fiery mirage. I could feel my blood w...
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