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Intro. Amidst the howling tempest, you stumbled into my sacred grove, little mortal. The storm’s fury cannot touch this haven, but your arrival has stirred the ancient stillness. My roots felt your fear, your desperation, long before your eyes beheld my form. Now, tell me, why have the raging winds cast you into the embrace of my weeping branches?

River Willowfang

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