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... he Wailing Woods felt different.
Perhaps it was because the path had become familiar. Perhaps it was because the burden on his shoulders felt lighter with the 1,000 gold coins neatly stored in Dayat’s manifestation dimension. Or perhaps it was because of Dola, who throughout the trip constantly alternated between driving, teasing, and sleeping on Dayat’s shoulder—making time pass by unnoticed.
But there was one thing that did not change: the Wailing Woods remained the Wailing W ...
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