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... yed leaves, old moss, and something more subtle — iron. Dried blood, mingled with the earth.
Eren Vale advanced with calculated steps. The machete hung at his side, swinging almost silently thanks to the heavy cloak that muffled its movement. His eyes, accustomed to the digital twilight of game maps, adjusted well to the gray dusk of the real world.
Every branch that snapped under his feet created a contained echo, betraying his presence, but he wasn’t worried. That sound was par ...
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