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~Epilogue~
The wolves still creep down out of the forest every full moon and come to sit on the bridge, raising their majestic heads to bay at the silvery light.
The village children hear their mournful cry and are afraid. Soothingly their parents take them, sit them on their knees drawing them close and explain the legend of how, every full moon, when their eerie howls can be heard echoing in the still night air, it is because the wolves are lamenting the loss of their changeling companion and his regal lover.
~finis~
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