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... rain. It looked as though the heavens might open at any moment, but the threat of a storm did little to deter the gathered nobles. For them, the hunt wasn’t truly about the game—it was merely an elaborate excuse.
From her elevated perch, Lorelai surveyed the bustling gathering below. Tents were scattered throughout the dense forest like colorful mushrooms, their vibrant fabrics standing out starkly against the muted green of the woods.
Fires crackled and smoked, forming the hear ...
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