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... trunks as thick as the embrace of three grown men. They stood apart from each other, yet each radia ted an ancient aura, as if they had witnessed millennia of destruction. A thin mist crept between the massive roots that stretched like tentacles over the damp earth, as if ready to snatch anyone who let down their guard.
The air was heavy. Humid. Thick with the scent of wet soil mixed with something deeper... fouler... like a corpse buried in a half-hearted grave.
The clang of met ...
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