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... itely not the Whispering Wilds.
A second ago, everything was normal—I finally saw Sara’s face in what felt like centuries—but the next moment, it was like reality just twisted.
The air here was different: to be honest, it was sweeter but heavier, and laced with the scent of blooming night flowers and a vague crackle like static before a storm.
My boots pressed on something soft and yielding; moss, or organic carpet, that gave in under my weight like it was breathing out. ...
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