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... nce—low, sharp, uneasy. Her eyes swept the gloom, tracing the towering silhouettes of trees that strangled the light. Their twisted limbs clawed the sky like skeletal fingers, shadows stretched like corpses across the forest floor. The air was thick, heavy with damp earth... and something worse. Rancid. Feral. Wrong.
Ishigo didn't respond. He stood still, muscles tight, every sense on edge. His gaze prowled the treeline, tracking phantom movements that weren't there. The quiet pressed in ...
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