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Evil Retreating

The forest spoke to me differently that day than she ever had before. I think it was because I’d finally started to listen in a way that let me know that the one voice of the forest was made up of several other voices, those that had come before me, as Sam had mentioned, those that had been a part of the forest before I even knew about the existence of magic, of shifters, of any of this.

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