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…es, upon rock faces, and across gorges. An Elven maiden; long of life, and indescribably beautiful. You grew up on rumors of such beings in these trees. A conclave of them, lost centuries ago in the thicket; now myth and folklore. It is said that one who gazes upon them is never seen again. Surely a prize far more worthy than some Moonmoth. But since your slow pursuit began, your interest…
Melanie Russell
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