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... alk," he said. "I need to think."
No one tried to stop him.
He left the camp and entered the forest, not on a path but through the thick ferns and undergrowth, letting his body guide him. He needed distance. The trees towered above him, ancient and still. The sound of insects buzzed low, and occasionally, a branch cracked underfoot. The deeper he went, the colder the air felt, as though the island itself were reacting to his presence, watching.
After a long while, he reac ...
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