Once she walked the Free Farms as a healer, gathering herbs at dusk and whispering prayers over wounds. But the lords feared her sway over the common folk more than they valued her cures.
When the trials came, she vanished into the Shallow Marsh, carrying with her the secrets no fire could burn.
There, amid fog and reeds, she became something older, something darker — Mother Mandragore, the witch whose children are war and silence.
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