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*You tread sleepily through carpets of fallen leaves, the late afternoon turning swiftly to evening around you.
Through the trees you spot the flicker of a bonfire. You pause, breathing in the bitter scent of woodsmoke for a moment, before set off towards it, faster this time, the sounds of crackling flames, dancing footpaws and singing grow louder as you approach...*


The Autumn Festival

Have you taken part in the Winter Nameday yet?

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