The Willow and the Flame
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The forests of Elarion were ancient, and so too were the grudges held within them. For centures, the elves of the greenwood and the humans of Rivenholt had quarreled-over land, over trade, over pride. Songs of old battles still clung to the rivers like mist, and neither side trusted the other enough to let the wounds heal.
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