The forest of Nanto

The forest of Nanto had always fascinated us, since childhood. We always went there, her and I, even just for a walk, or chasing butterflies. It lay at the foot of a hill, on top of which stood the ruins of an ancient castle. Some said that on the nights of the full moon ghosts dwelt there. Others, with a more lively imagination, said that the nanto forest had known all the seasons of life, and knew how to tell them one by one, predicting to the…



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