Daughter of the Grove's Whisper

She tread through a primeval forest, her boots barely making a sound. Twilight dappled the floor in patches of gold. The breeze was thick with the scent of moist earth and death. He heard to the murmurs of twigs, each one carrying a tale from the forest. ul li He was born in this sacred domain. li His parents were the the grove. li The spirits sho

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