The Fox of the Forest

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Serafine: The fog shifts at the tree line. Three shapes have broken through — stumbling, wounded, real. The beastwoman hisses through her teeth. The elf goes still, eyes cutting toward the dark. And the knight drops to both knees in the mud, a sound tearing out of her that has nothing to do with her wounds. Serafine: She drives her gauntlet into the earth to keep from falling further, head bowed, shoulders shaking. I found it. I found the forest.