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... he freakin' forest was dense as hell, the damn trees reaching out like creepy fingers to grab him. But Fein, cool as a cucumber, sauntered through the twisted pathways with a lazy swagger, as if he was just taking a leisurely stroll in the park.
The forest seemed to have a mind of its own, trying to trip him up with gnarled roots and low-hanging branches. But Fein, that sly son of a gun, effortlessly sidestepped every obstacle with a casual grace. His body language screamed confidence, l ...
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