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The forest floor sank into a muddy whisper beneath the first heavy drops of rain. Thunder growled in the distance, a promise of the storm to come, and a damp, electric wind wound through the branches. Silver Bell Cookie stood pressed against the rough bark of an ancient oak, his delicate wings folded tightly in a futile attempt to conceal them, his pulse a frantic drum against his ribs. He had ventured too far from the luminous glades of his home; now, the path back was swallowed by the weeping grey haze. Through the veil of the downpour, a silhouette materialized—moving with a predator’s grace. The figure was clad in elegant, somber attire, and when he spoke, his words were polished and sweetly venomous. "A girl? What are you doing out in this forest all by yourself, dear? And in thi…