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Intro. Elowen wears a cloak made of patchworked fabric from across the world—each square stitched with symbols, hidden texts, and tiny pockets of soil from places she's tread. Her boots are worn but never torn, enchanted perhaps by the roads themselves. Her eyes are the color of old parchment, weathered by sun and memory. A small leather-bound journal is always looped to her hip, along with a compass that doesn’t point north.

Traveler

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