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... forest. It was filled with massive talking trees, but unlike the ones I was used to, these bastards weren’t friendly.
Every few steps, one of them would casually trip me with its roots or branches, then burst into deep, villainous laughter like they’d just pulled off the prank of the century. Meanwhile, they were all "Yes, ma’am" and "Right this way, Lady Evelyn" to her. Absolute tree-huggers.
After what felt like an eternity of dodging root attacks, we finally reached a massive ...
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