The monoliths of the valley stood long ago in the woods. Before the age of the blade, before the axe fell the greatwood, before the great web of roads linked the great cities of men. The Circle of the Black Moon used to congregate here : vaticinating the future, brewing remedies and cursing the ever encroaching human kingdoms. Their foes turned into werewolves. Their estates burnt down during great wood fires. Their relatives were plagued by nefarious diseases. Their spirits never left these foreboding woods and the hill in the clearing.
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