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... ns followed the Guardian deeper into the forest, the air grew thick with an unsettling chorus of murmurs. The trees themselves seemed to lean in, their gnarled branches like fingers reaching out to snatch at the unwary. Lyra's hand rested on the hilt of her sword, her senses alert for any sign of danger. The Guardian moved ahead with an eerie grace, its white cloak billowing behind it like a ghost in the mist.
Thorne glanced at Lyra, his brow furrowed. "I don't like this," he muttered. " ...
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