Chapter 14 Old Man Hemlock
- A hush fell over the assembled wolves as the ancient wooden doors creaked open, revealing two figures silhouetted against the fading light of the late afternoon.
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- First came Old Man Hemlock, his frame bent with age but his eyes, even in the dim light, sharp and piercing, holding the weight of centuries of unseen knowledge. He moved with a slow, deliberate pace, a gnarled staff his only aid.