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... eaves fell in silent, endless spirals, carpeting the forest floor in layers of amber and rust. The air was cold, damp, thick with the smell of earth and the sweet, quiet rot of the season.
Arzhen moved through it alone.
His boots sank into the wet mulch with each step, the sound a soft, rhythmic squelch that accompanied his steady, purposeful gait. Above him, skeletal branches clawed at a sky the colour of old pewter. No birds sang. The forest held its breath, watching the trespa ...
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