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"A Shattered Confession" by fallingdaybreak
A pair of leathery wings flapped mightily, shielding Sylvana from the nearly blinding sunbeams as she reached down to pick a berry. She stepped to her left and scanned the bushes, only to reach within the foliage and grab another, this one a Loveberry. She stared at the pulsating berry in her hand before dropping it in the basket beside her, where Voidberries, Fishberries, and more Loveberries lay. Her rough blue-grey fur concealed quite the muscular body despite Sylvana’s somewhat lean frame. The farmer had gone to find a lost Turtum in the fields, and while he insisted that she rest, Sylvana chose to continue picking berries. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, which she was quick to wipe them off her brow. “Hey! There she is!” A shrill voice behind her make Sylvana’s ears perk up. The sound of children, a sound she was too familiar with in this land. But frankly, it was not a sound she enjoyed hearing.

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