Hushed Willows anyone lived in a pretty how town

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“I was,” Eleuthera corroborated, nodding, unable to hide the small smile that such an admission gave her. it was a strange thing, to be in the lands of her birth, but have the wolves who inhabited them be totally different. different, but not bad — it has never been bad; only sad. “In the grand scheme of things, not that long.” Certainly, there had been wolves that came before Elysium, but she didn’t know of them — she didn’t know if the willows had been different, then. Perhaps this place had once been inhabited by heathens, though Eleuthera doubted it. “These trees are old souls,” she suggested almost off-handedly, having succumbed to the mystery of it long ago.