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“The Redbank forest is crying silently this morning. The red, green and golden leaves of late autumn are separating from their branches like youngsters leaving their nests. Carried by the wind, the leaves toss and turn, trying to gain control over their pathways through the vast, wide terrain of the world.”

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Adira and the Dark Horse

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