- Gregory of Yardale
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The sun hung low in the sky, casting the world in a dreamy, soft light. A tall, twisting tree stood in a clearing in the forest, its gnarled branches reaching out as if reaching for the clouds above. A gentle, cool breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying with it the sweet scent of wildflowers. A lone figure, Gregory, stood beneath the tree, their face turned up to the sky in quiet contemplation.