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... the grey fog until the shapes of the trees became visible against the slate sky.
Vane stood at the edge of the Deep Woods. His boots were coated in mud. The air smelled of wet pine and the chemical tang of the Grain-Maws.
"Tracks," Vane said. He pointed to a scarred patch of earth. "Heavy drag marks. They are moving something big."
Isole knelt beside him. She touched the slime left on the crushed grass.
"It is acidic," she noted. She wiped her glove on her cloak. ...
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