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Chapter 11

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| Perhaps it is a foolish notion, but I have come to think of
| being brought into the refuge as being born. A birth untouched by
| sorrow and pain. If the Harbinger and the other wild ones of the
| outland accept me as one of their own, then it would delight my
| heart, if sacred Amaranthe would bring me into the refuge by her
| hand. Perhaps then I could call her mother and truly fill the void
| left in my life.
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| And perhaps, just perhaps, when the Mother begins to manifest
| itself within me, and I grow wise enough in the ways of the woods,
| I might serve the Refuge as Harbinger. Nothing would please me more
| than serving as its mother and bringing new life to the Refuge. Oh,
| such silly dreams I have! Am I still awake? I must have fallen
| asleep while scribbling, but who can tell the future?
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