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... by green pasture. The sun was still setting when the witchers came. Its rays of light shone on the pasture, pointing out a trail for the travelers. The grass gleamed, as if it were emeralds dancing on a magical land.
The Whispering Hillock. It could be a place where lovers whispered their devotion to each other, but it could also be a place where mysterious entities blew sinister whispers into those who inadvertently walked into their trap. "The whispers are everywhere. That's how this pl ...
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