#elsewhere

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Elsewhere, at the Earth Runes stables, Samson's fever breaks entirely, his cough gone, and he has what many will term a 'miracle recovery'

Nor is he alone. Further out , other corrupted deer recover. It is too late for one of them, but her sister deer will thrive. Perhaps it is fitting they are well again thanks to the help of a hind?

Elsewhere... out by the river, with only the currents and the burbles of the flow for company and to overhear...

🎶
In the heart of the library's glow,
Where knowledge blooms and stories flow,
From shadows the librarian does arise,
Whispered magic, hidden from prying eyes.

Oh Librarian, from darkness you'd call,
With whispered incantations, you'd enthrall.
From the depths of shadows, you'd ignite,
Conjuring magic to vanquish the blight.

In silent halls, your whispers weave,
Through ancient tomes, your power cleave.
With every spell, you'd win the fight,
Your darkness guiding us to light.
🎶

With a sigh, Alan-a-dale shakes his head, and the scrap of paper where he'd penned notes and lyrics catches fire and turns to ash.

"Alas, there are some of which songs shan't be sung. At least, not more than once."

--- end Alan-a-Dale---