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The Leprechaun's voice echoes gently: "You’ll never want for wood again. Your hearth will always burn bright." As golden magic swirls upward, the leprechaun vanishes and becomes invisible. The wind whispers through the trees. Conall closes his eyes, a soft smile on his face.

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The Leprechaun's voice echoes gently: "You’ll never want for wood again. Your hearth will always burn bright." As gol...

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