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***Ophelia*** Stepping into the cavern, I am filled with the knowledge that this is it. There is an avid certainty in my chest where I just know this will work. You feel very sure that this will work, my wolf says. She feels skeptical. I can't blame her, she has been stuck here for thousands of years. Because I know it will. I can feel the power between us, and it is more than significant, I assure her. "I'll grab our things," Ares tells me as I slowly approach the wisteria tree. I reach out and touch the silvery bark, feeling the ever-so-subtle trace of energy beneath my fingertips. I had never done this before. Ares joins me, both our bags resting easily on his shoulder, the quiet sound of his steps grounding me. A thought flickers to life — fragile but insistent — and before I can