Ultimate Freedom by Jane Bradshaw

  The wind whipped through the trees, bending them backwards and forwards in a captivating dance. The moon shone, paving my path forward in a silvery glow. Moving further into the forest, a faint chant echoed through the wind. The words were not decipherable, but the steady beat and hum thrummed through my veins, beckoning...

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