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... ward. The odd creaking of bone ribs flexing beneath the black canopy gave the umbrella a strange, almost alive quality. No one said anything about it for a while. No one wanted to.
The Southern Hunting Grounds had grown darker as they moved deeper. The trees were taller now, towering overhead like ancient sentinels, and the light struggled to reach the mossy forest floor. The air smelled of damp bark and decay, and somewhere in the distance, a bird called out once before going eerily sil ...
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