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... "Olga of the White Wolf" on the icy plains before she became a tribal priestess, quietly tugged at the wolf pelt on her shoulder. The white wolf’s ears, silent and alert, twisted inward and outward, swiftly rotating.
The sound carried by the breeze was thus, through the white wolf, funneled into Olga’s ears.
"I am but an old and frail elder, wishing only to treat the people here, to aid them, and to let them know of our Lord’s grace," the elderly priest’s voice was gentle and slo ...
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