The crows are always watching, always roosting, almost in a vigil for the return of the lost one. Who knows why they're always there, why there's always the same intervals between the disappearances, or why they always huddle in the same number, no matter the weather. Perhaps the strangest thing is the fact that the children always return, touched by the strange forces of the woods in some way, shape or form. No matter what, something isn't the same.
It's the crows, we think. The crows hold the answer.
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Well, Sola Fide is a thing now! This is a thing I'm doing. So. Watch this space for more information ?
