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... that something was deeply, fundamentally wrong.
The trees themselves seemed sick, dying before his eyes in a way that no natural illness could explain. The evergreens that should have been green and vibrant even in winter were dropping needles in steady streams, creating brown carpets on the forest floor. As their horses moved forward, the sound of snapping twigs was unnaturally loud, and when Loghlan’s mount accidentally brushed against a low-hanging branch, the entire limb broke off wi ...
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