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... seeping through roots like silent breath. Ember-flakes drifted lazily from the canopy above, casting warm orange glows across the group’s impromptu camp.
They had settled beneath a half-collapsed stone arch, probably once part of an ancient ruin now overtaken by corrupted bark and ivy.
Vines glowed faintly in the dimness, occasionally pulsing as if something beneath the forest floor was breathing.
Clara was leaning back on a chunk of stone, waving her whip-like sword for ...
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