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... g me to take note of the mists around me unhindered for what felt like the first time since we had fallen from the bridge. Every so often, a cluster of spores tried to push their way through my mouth or nostrils; more often than not, they failed to take root entirely.
The few times that they did manage something hardly went better for them. Led by my persistent thought-hisses and [Spore Puppeteer], any attempts at growth by the encroaching spores were crushed mercilessly ...
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