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... veiled beneath the roots of Moonwood and smothered by time. The locals called it the Forgotten Trail, and even the bravest hunters would not set foot on it—not because of wolves or bandits, but because of the Warden.
The trail was said to lead to nowhere and everywhere—to places that existed only when the wind whispered your name wrong. And at its threshold stood the Warden, a cloaked figure draped in moss and bone, face hidden behind a carved mask of bark.
No one knew if the Wa ...
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