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... brook forest. Only now, trained soldiers were the ones on the move, not ordinary people. They moved silently, boots crunching against leaves that had been dried out by the sun. Only the mutated trees were still surviving and thriving.
The hunters were not after dear, boars, tigers or anything like that. They were after fluffy bunnies with oversized teeth, squirrels with glowing bushy tails and small dogs--lost pups with two or three heads.
Nimo was part of the team, giggling in r ...
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