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... own at him. A subtle glow gave off of the blood-red spider lilies that bloomed from the many branches around, giving him a faint, but appreciated light.
The enigmatic swamp seemed to stretch in every direction, existing under the permeance of night, or at least what seemed to be as the ceiling of spider lilies above blocked out any light.
None of it was an illusion or crafted through a twisting of his perception; the air was thin and smelled of flowers and soil, the sensation of ...
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