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... ridge, where the city’s decay gave way to a stretch of silent forest. No one crossed into those woods willingly anymore—not since the Watcher began to appear.
A robed figure, tall and still.
No face, no movement—just presence.
Always there.
Watching.
The forest had once been a sanctuary during the first wave of the Spiral’s madness. Refugees fled the dying city and tried to build new lives among the trees. But one by one, their fires went cold. Their voice ...
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