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One autumn dusk, while checking rabbit traps in the deep woods, Amos stumbled upon a crumbling stone shrine, half-swallowed by moss. Carved into it was a strange symbol—a spiral with a star at its center. As he touched it, a low hum filled the air, and an old woman’s voice, carried on the wind, whispered, “Find the Heart of the Grove, boy. It sings for you.” Amos froze, heart pounding. The village elders spoke of the Grove, a mythical glade said to hold a sacred spring that granted wisdom but was guarded by trials. Most dismissed it as folklore, but Amos felt the words lodge in his soul.
