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... clawed at their boots. Every step forward felt like retreat, as if the trees twisted behind them, sealing every path they’d taken. There were four hunters when they entered the Moonwood—now only two remained.
Reller, the youngest, blood on his cheek and panic in his breath, stumbled beside Old Finric, the grizzled trapper who swore he’d mapped this place decades ago. But now even Finric’s compass spun in circles. The forest had changed.
Or perhaps it had always been like this—awa ...
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