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| Ashren Entarri trekked through the Sylvan Wood for hours, her worn boots tramping over the damp earth, her cloak a ragged scrap of mossy green wool. The sun had long since slipped over the horizon, leaving the twilight to stretch like a shadow across the forest floor. She didn’t mind the darkness; it had always felt more like a friend than an enemy. The cool, dry air was a relief after the choking moisture of the day. The moon, barely a sliver, cast a dim, silvery glow, leaving mottled patterns to light her way. ~~~ Read the story at Forgotten Echoes |