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... exquisitely sensitive to the corrupting filth spread by these demons. For months, she’d wake from nightmares drenched in sweat, her mind boiling with violent, murderous urges. Her tribe, the Green Vines, once peaceful for decades, had seen over a hundred brawls erupt in mere weeks. Fortunately, satyrs’ gentle nature prevented bloodshed—a small mercy, or she’d have drowned in regret.
To cope, she’d purge the worst of her rage, carrying the residual demonic taint through the mountains, ral ...
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