Child of the Woodland's Whisper

She tread through the timeworn forest, her shoes barely disturbing a sound. Sunlight dappled the earth in flecks of emerald. The atmosphere was heavy with an perfume of wet earth and death. He heard to the rustles of branches, each one holding a tale from the woods. ul li She was raised in this holy place. li Her kinsfolk were of the trees. li The

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