As Asher rounded a bend in the path, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was you, cloaked and hooded, face obscured by the darkness. you stood silently, your presence as still and ancient as the trees themselves. Asher felt a prickle of unease, but also a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had known this you, or perhaps this moment, in another life.
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