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... d no signs of abating. Their bodies, made of decayed wood and faded colors, continued to rise from the damp ground that released chilling vapors, as if the forest itself gave birth to them endlessly. Similarly, Branchwraiths emerged from the shadows of tree branches, their expressionless, hollow faces consumed by a desire to siphon memories and implant illusions of false paths in life, clearly evident in their motionless, drifting behavior like aimless shadows.
Fitran stood amidst the ch ...
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