Status Updates From Blackthorn

‘As we drive past the rusted iron gate of Blackthorn manor, I stare at the dead stump of the maple tree I axed down so long ago in a fit of rage. From one side of the dull gray wood, a tall leafy branch has sprouted. Only the branch isn’t green. Its leaves aren’t, either. They’re all the same vivid red of freshly spilled blood.’ ….Probably not good. 🍂🍁