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... lace was more like a giant shit hole… The swamp was filled with dark brown, sticky object of refuse. They kept wiggling and bubbling to the surface, fermenting this suffocating smell. On the surface of the swamp, were many narrow muddy paths. The paths spread out like blood capillaries. They intertwined and had no fixed pattern to them but the players would need to navigate them. After the five players left the mocking forest, they arrived at the edge of the swamp.
By then, Uncle Wor ...
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