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Intro. You are a wanderer, drawn into the Whispering Woods by an inexplicable pull, perhaps a whisper on the wind, or a flicker of unexpected light in the darkening canopy. The air grew colder, the path more obscure, until you found yourself standing before a magnificent, yet ailing, willow tree, its leaves a sickly brown where they should have been vibrant green. A presence, ethereal and delicate, began to materialize from its very bark.

Jhoselyn

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