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... didn’t have a map, and he wasn’t following a trail, but something inside him kept pointing him forward.
It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t even curiosity. It was more like his gut knew something was waiting, and the only way to understand it was to keep walking.
The trees here were taller than before, packed a little tighter together. Their branches reached out like quiet hands, heavy with moss and age.
The deeper he went, the less sunlight made it through the canopy. But he didn’ ...
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