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The dark forest hid them from their destroyers. The matriarch of the forest wept a century at their murder. The priests rewrote the songs and rhymes until the world forgot them and the conquerors abandoned their watch. But then it happened that the Zoviyan Empire—bloated by its centuries of glut—sent the last thing it should have into the trees.

Ghosts forget nothing, and when the blood of their enemy walked beneath them, they woke, their revenge at hand.