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Twisted, gnarly trees loom overhead, their roots clutching at the ground like claws, while the occasional blood red leafs drift silently to the earth. Shadows cling unnaturally between the trunks, as though the forest itself resents the intrusion of light. At the heart of this thicket, a yawning natural entrance gapes between the trees...

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