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A dark mysterious Forest. There is green bracken in the foreground, and the shadowy silhouetted figure of a stag in the background

Here is a poem to accompany you:

Earthworks

Little Doward

The ramparts have diminished in height.
Almost untraceable, almost unbelievable.
The area of the interior now vacant

as a clearing. The exterior occupied
by the Forest: where it encircles
the periphery and extends no further.

This is the defence. Trust that no-one
can enter or escape the Forest.
It is your guardian now.