Walking through a snow covered forest, a savage foe approaches. He is not bear or wolf, or mountain lion, he is man, slowly creeping into my haven in the trees. The trees speak to those who will listen, and I have listened for many years. Their branches bend and sway in the wind, but the trees cannot sense what I can sense, a monster comes to pillage my home.
-First Paragraph of The Chronicles of Merrick
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