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Without warning a horse bore down on her as she ran across the street. Elena narrowly missed being crushed by its hooves. As the rider turned Elena gasped, her tears stopping. An Elf! she thought excitedly. It's like a tale come true!
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
the Forbidden Link
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