The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wind in the Blackwood was not merely air. It was a voice. Elara knew this. She had always known it. The whispering leaves did not rustle; they spoke. They told her things. They told her the names of the dead. They told her the secrets of the stone. She held the box in her hands. It was small, made of dark oak, bound with silver wire. Inside lay the heart of the forest. Or so the old stories...

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