Come my darlings its that time of the year.
The touch of fall tastes wind sweet on the desert air.
The Harvest precedes the frost and the scarecrows grow active in their migratory phase.
Aplenty is abound like the changes of the moon.
For wealth cannot be measured in dead metal and electric glyphs.
Hark! The Heralds cry! To thy bounty's surplus.
Welcome to One and all and thy ambitions
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May your roots draw deep beyond the frost
Your pursuers cramp before the butcher’s blade
The fairy rings open to hallowed halls.
The leaves begin to sing in autumnal hues.
Experience is Fall’s true due!
Chapter 240 has been posted! Hard to believe that, at one point, I was just getting to chapter 40. I hope you all enjoy and I shall post again as soon as possible!