Whispers reminisced of a rumored night in the years past. This one was both like and unlike other nights. The air was cool and the sky was clear of clouds. The trees coalesced around a camp of men, not as large as it stood in its full glory, but substantial in size regardless. A cry came out in the night, as it often did, and though normally caused by stains of red, this time it came organically through only frustration.
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