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... color.
The sound.
Less firm.
More moist.
More... attentive.
It was like stepping on a memory that was still fresh. The earth, once solid and compact, now gave way millimeters with each step, as if weighing Eren’s presence before accepting his weight. The friction between his boots and the ground no longer generated dust, but a muffled, soggy sound, too damp to be natural.
The hue also varied.
The dry brown of the forest became a dark, oily ...
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