Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-36855838-20181227230537

As the sun sets, the moon rises, and the moist evening air grows dense with nightly dew, the stars shine faintly through light clouds which slowly grow heavier, amd as the gentle breezes of dusk brush the leaves of the forest, a man takes his nightly stroll.

Leaving his work as a bagger at the watermill by the strong forest river, Harold takes his time walking home theough the ancient wood.

Trees stand taller than most hills outhere in the middle of the forest, and the nearest city is eighty miles away.

Small towns dot the countryside otherwise, but settlements are sparse off of the main road, and even monsters, a great topic of discussion, have faded into myth in these secluded woods, where it is said that the trees are nearly as old as the world.

Of course, new trees continue to sprout at the forest's edge, and there the industry of lumber is a booming business.

But here, thirty miles into the woods, all is quiet, and the world is nearly still.

As Harold dtrolls on towards home, a mere two miles from work, another pair of footfalls joins his, and soon enough, his hand is taken.

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Whom has joined Harold, and what will occur? 