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... ck and heavy, dripping rain that smelled faintly of sweet rot, soaking the fields, the roads, the villages clinging to the edges of the forest. The people huddled in their homes, clutching charms of the goddess that no longer answered, praying to empty skies as the darkness thickened outside their doors.
At the edge of the forest, black vines slithered across the mud, pulsing softly with glyphs that glowed like dying stars, each beat carrying the faint, hungry rhythm of the Seed. Birds f ...
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