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Pietro yawned as he scouted the wood that had overtaken Deerbank over nearly two centuries, partly for statues to revive, and also for the occasional guest. As unlikely as it was considering that there really wasn’t anything worth attracting visitors other than a ruined village a few people, and a lot of statues.
“Another sunrise, another day of work.” he said, more to himself than anything as he jumped up a tree to revive a few birds from their stony curse.










