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... ed by twisted, barren trees that creaked as if whispering warnings on the wind. The earth, a mixture of dirt and bone, seemed to breathe in rhythm with the distant pulses of death—an unseen beat that resonated with the very essence of his core.
He had grown accustomed to the desolation. The world, after all, was a reflection of his own inner decay—a land as broken as the soul that wandered it. But even in this forsaken place, where death lingered like a second skin, there were still crea ...
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