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... l alone at the edge of a narrow stream.
Her toes dipped into the cold water, creating tiny ripples that shimmered red beneath the red moon. The crimson loomed high above the forest canopy, casting everything in a surreal hue...trees bled maroon, rocks gleamed like molten wine, and the stream sparkled like a vein of ruby winding through the rusty land.
She sat with her knees drawn up, robe wrapped loosely around her. A soft silence settled over the glade, broken only by the lazy g ...
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