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... of rot, mildew, and something unnaturally sweet, like overripe fruit left to ferment in the sun. He crested the ridge overlooking the valley, where sagging thatched roofs clung to crumbling homes and narrow dirt paths twisted like veins through the plague-wracked hamlet. Mist clung to the earth as if mourning it, and no birds sang overhead. The sun refused to shine here.
He descended slowly, wary of the stillness. Too still.
The village of Wei's Hollow had no guards, no dogs bar ...
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