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... rest, completely lost, her bare feet sinking into the damp moss that covered the ground. The air there had always smelled of burnt incense mixed with rust, an aroma that confused the senses and made it impossible to discern where life ended and illusion began.
With each step, the trees seemed to move, twisted trunks that looked more like the columns of a desecrated temple. She sighed deeply, exasperated, her golden eyes half-closed, tired of her own stubbornness.
“Why am I still ...
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