[The Once-ler, ever the best at keeping somewhere safe, is leaning on the tree, looking in the general direction of the castle, a frown on his face. Another year of cowering in the shadows, getting their friends back in fragmented pieces.
It wasn't fair. He sighs, taking a drag of his cigar, before heading off towards the town. As unsafe as the place was, he needed supplies, and at least with the celebrations, he can get them without too much trouble]
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It wasn't fair. He sighs, taking a drag of his cigar, before heading off towards the town. As unsafe as the place was, he needed supplies, and at least with the celebrations, he can get them without too much trouble]