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... attered through the marshes, shrieks and laughter echoing through the air as they wove through the gnarled willow trees with their drooping branches.
The southern parts of Islia were famed for their elusive black foxes, and they were most prolific in the marshes and forests near Westerhaven. Prince Leo had arranged a hunt that day, promising five gold ducats for whoever was able to catch the rare animal.
"Do you suppose he wishes to make another stole for his wife?" Meg had whisp ...
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