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... hat lined the sides of the mountain.
The trees, huge and twisted by the wind, formed a dense canopy above them, filtering the sunlight into a mosaic of green and golden hues.
The air was more humid, laden with the smell of moss and earth, and every step raised dead leaves that crunched under their boots.
The mercenaries advanced in silence, aware of the strangeness of the place. Occasionally, a rustle in the bushes caught their attention, but it was only rodents or small ...
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