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Sunlight filtered through the canopy, past mottled, old branches of a healthy brown, the midday rays shining down on the overgrown path below. Along this path strode one older man with wispy white facial hair; the man was sporting maroon robes and holding a small, gnarled, blackened branch ahead...
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