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... ke something alive, slipping between towering trees and dragging thick mist through the forest. Pines swayed and groaned under the weight of the approaching storm, and the air smelled of damp earth and coming rain.
Cain Sebanil adjusted the strap of his duffel bag and exhaled a slow breath, watching it cloud in the cold air. The trail he followed had long since vanished into wet leaves and scattered stones, but he knew this land well. The old family cabin was less than two kilometers ahe ...
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