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... range, even before the cultists arrived.
The trees were twisted here—some leaning just slightly too far to one side, others growing in shapes that didn’t quite match the rest of the forest.
Some trunks curled in on themselves, like they were reaching for something that was no longer there.
The branches arched overhead in jagged patterns, creating a canopy that let in too little light, even during the day.
And the ground was always a little too soft. Not muddy, not ...
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