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The detective was called in the end.

It turns out, it was actually “the end” of the good winter in their zone, when food and wine had been enough to keep the people happy inside the houses.

Things were about to change and no detective could stop it, or even have a clue how it would start and where it would lead the people of the town.

None of the residents were old enough to understand the significance of the coats found hanging on the edge of the forest.

But the detective, whose father and grandfather had been from the town knew – he had been told the stories in preparation of similar event.

“The forest spirits have come to collect their dues “, he said, crossing himself as he walked back to the town, to confirm their worst fears.


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The she-demon was walking through the forest again. He,the dendrologist as people called him now;or the leaves reader as old ones referred to him,smiled as he sensed her close.  The tree fellers would fall.It was a time of rejoice, not panic. Finally justice would be done. He would again have lots of  friends to talk.


Inspired by alpha to Omega challenge , submitted to Friday flash 55

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