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... crescent moon. Tall, ancient trees towered overhead, their leaves rustling in the cool breeze, casting fleeting shadows across the dense undergrowth. The only sound was the gentle trickle of a stream, meandering its way through the forest floor.
To any passerby, this place was a haven—a peaceful retreat from the chaos of Kyota. But to Axel, it was the perfect location for something far more sinister.
He stood under a large wooden bridge that spanned the stream, his back pressed a ...
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