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... and it clung to the skin in a way that felt wrong. Not wet. Not cold. Just... present. As if the forest wanted to mark them.
Leon moved at the front, his eyes tracking every flicker between trees. The vanguard followed in a staggered line—scouts wide, archers ready, mages in the rear. No one spoke. The silence of Witchpine still hung over them, thick as a veil.
Kellen joined him. "No prints but ours," he murmured. "Even the animals won’t come this far."
Leon nodded. He’d ...
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