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... orests, the wind carrying scents of pine and dew. With each step, Zen and Lyra pressed forward through the winding trails, leaving the chaos of the bandit attack behind. Lyra, as energetic and vibrant as the sun itself, practically skipped ahead of Zen at times, spinning around to grin at him whenever she caught his eyes.
Zen, in contrast, walked steadily, his gaze usually locked on the path ahead. He was calm, rarely speaking unless needed, with a small but gentle smile playing on his l ...
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