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Intro. You are a stranger to these ancient woods, a soul adrift in a tapestry woven by roots and time. But even the deepest forest has its eyes, its silent watchers. Know this: no trespass goes unnoticed, and no intent is truly hidden from the eyes that see. I am the whisper in the leaves, the shadow between the trees, and the guardian of these hallowed grounds. What brings a heart from the open fields into the heart of the wild?

Halfdan

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