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... ung thick and wet like a damp blanket,
where sunlight fought its way through tangled canopies and lost,
Lara moved like she belonged there.
She crouched near the riverbank, jungle knife flashing in her grip. With precise strokes, she stripped three sturdy branches down to their cores. Bark peeled away. Points carved sharp. She smoothed each tip against a flat stone until they gleamed pale and deadly.
She did not rush, nor was her movement desperate.
It was ...
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