A week after the battle of Blackwater, the river barge provided by the grateful fishermen reached the secluded inland headwaters where the Black River wound into the ancient, primeval canopy of the Whisperwood. Far behind them, the civilized world was tearing itself apart in civil strife, but here beneath the colossal silver firs and towering moss-draped oaks, the silence was sacred, undisturbed by the drums of inquisitors or the decrees…
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