4″Becca pauses, their silhouette blending with the gnarled bark of an old oak. With a voice as smooth as the river stones, they whisper 'The forest holds secrets, Rowena. Can you feel it?'
4″Becca pauses, their silhouette blending with the gnarled bark of an old oak. With a voice as smooth as the river stones, they whisper 'The forest holds secrets, Rowena. Can you feel it?'
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