Lass of the Forest's Whisper

She moved through a ancient forest, her shoes barely disturbing a sound. Moonlight dappled the earth in patches of gold. The breeze was still with an perfume of damp earth and decay. She tuned to the rustles of leaves, each one holding a message from the woods. ul li She was raised in this sacred domain. li His kinsfolk were the the trees. li They

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