CHAPTER 13 My name? My name doesn’t matter. I’m just a simple old woman who enjoys giving forest adventures such as yourself some comfort. But if you insist, you may call me Matendechere. And while you rest, I know, you don't have to tell me your name, let me warm you, outside there is a risk, something is watching over you.The matter is nothing but a truth. The oldest, saddest, sweetest truth ever heard on this earth. It works into your head, takes your desires, your hopes, whatever you most long for, and uses them to draw you in. It promises redemption to the guilty conscience, love to the lonely heart… and knowledge to the hungry mind. The minds of mortals are wonderful things. They are powerful enough to take this tune and thoroughly convince themselves they are hearing words, and that those words happen to fulfil even those desires they cannot admit to themselves. And yet, at the
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