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... was quickly realizing that experience in Europe or even the forests of Brazil meant nothing here. The land of Nuri was different—wilder, more ancient, more ruthless. It did not welcome outsiders; it swallowed them.
His eyes remained locked on the faint traces of the lone messenger's path—broken branches, hoof prints, disturbed soil. The trail was clear, yet something gnawed at him.
Why is he moving so fast but leaving so many signs?
Rodrigo frowned. It was almost too eas ...
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