Prologue: The Whisper of the Ancients
In the deep recesses of time, when the land of Éire was young, and its hills and valleys held secrets older than the stones themselves, a quiet whisper began to stir among the ancient oaks. The wind, imbued with the spirits of the earth, carried tales from ages past, stories of gods and men, of invasions and exiles, of kingdoms rising and falling like the waves upon the shores. These tales, which had danced upon the tongues of bards and warriors for generations, yearned to be written, to be etched into the annals of history for all time.
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