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A sudden, sharp cry echoed through the trees. Nyssa’s ears perked up, and she quickly rose to her feet, staff in hand. She moved with purpose, weaving through the underbrush. A group of villagers were being attacked by raiders at the edge of her grove. With a firm step, Nyssa appeared before the attackers, her staff raised high. “Not in my forest,” she declared
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