Elara returned to Eldoria with the weight of the amulet heavy on her chest and the echoes of the forest still resonating in her ears. The village looked peaceful as the sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets, but she felt a storm brewing within her—a tempest of confusion and anticipation.
She made her way to the modest cottage of the village elder, Agatha, a woman known for her wisdom and connection to the ancient lore of Eldoria. The door creaked open, revealing a warm glow from the hearth and shelves lined with weathered tomes. Agatha looked up from her work, her sharp eyes reflecting a depth of knowledge that seemed almost otherworldly.
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