The Black Wolf and the White Rabbit
A tragic sequel to 'The Black Wolf'
My eyes have become weary as I have been walking in the thick grass in this endless dead valley without any sleep, searching for whatever meat is available as the snow continues to fall on me. My mouth feels drier each passing hour as I have been starving with no end in sight, for even the snow cannot suffice; it only serves to quench my thirst. Yet, th…
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