In the heart of the spring forest of Glimmerbrook, Eostre had just returned from her duties a few hours prior, a serene sense of contentment washing over her. She stepped out of her cottage and made her way to the forest, eager to tend to the new buds that were beginning to bloom. As she moved gracefully through the trees, the forest seemed to come alive, responding to her presence. But then, she heard it—the soft crunch of footsteps on the forest floor. She turned, her eyes widening Oh my...
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