A SHADOWY DESCENT INTO BLINDS STRAND

A Shadowy Descent into Blinds Strand

The pale glow struggled to pierce the dense canopy overhead as I trudged deeper into Blinds Strand. Every snap of leaves sent a chill down my spine, and the air hung heavy with the sickly scent of decay. The path was barely discernible, a winding ribbon veiled by vines that clawed at my legs. I could feel gaze watching me from the shadows, their in

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