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Holly Salix. Could he really help free Finch? Thoughts of the dryad came to the forefront of her mind, despite constantly redirecting her focus back to her breath. It was useless. She wished she could talk to someone about this. Who could she tell? No. She’d first have to explain everything. She dug her phone out of her bag and began to type a text message to Amara then erased it without sending. If Amara had wanted to talk, she would have stuck around. Instead, Holly opened the search engine on her computer and tapped lightly on the keys. The first few websites that came up had information about dryads in the context of role-playing or video games. That wasn’t much help. A few mouse clicks later and she’d sorted through most of the gaming websites that pop up when dryad is t
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