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Chapter 15

The Midlands

Thirteen Winters Ago

The trees rustled in the cool Autumn breeze. Wind rustled the leaves together in a soothing symphony. A few slivers of sunlight poked through the tall canopies high above Freja.

Often she found herself at peace when she was alone with the forest. They were her friends - her only friends.

Trees were the only friends that couldn’t hurt you with words. Trees couldn’t talk, at least, like a human anyways. The trees spoke is soft whispers as they danced upon their branches in the breeze. Some leaves even took a great lap to join her in the meadow where she lay in the flowers.

Flowers were good friends, too, until they made your nose run.

A few winters had passed but she still felt alone, even with her tree and flower frien
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