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... flesh, eyes, and twitching tentacles lay strewn across the grass, the remnants of something not meant for mortal eyes.
Behind him, the tree rustled. Golden leaves drifted down, settling on the gore. Where they touched, the mess melted into streams of molten gold, seeping into the soil until no trace remained.
Aaric sank onto the grass and stared at the sky. His mind was still reeling from what had just happened.
The stag’s hooves clicked against the ground as it returned, ...
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