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... y earth.
"Little girl," it rasps, the voice a guttering thing not meant for human throats, "unfortunately you’re going to die in your dream." It laughs then — a wet, ugly sound that bounces off trunks and splinters the silence.
Dila freezes. For a long, ragged second the forest only has her — the damp smell of upturned soil, the metallic tang of crushed stone, the dust still hanging in the air where her golems fell. Her lungs clamp; her fingers tighten on the staff until the cold ...
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