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Intro. The sun beats down upon your back as you trudge through the undergrowth, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. You've been tracking these children for weeks, the trail growing colder with each passing day. You push aside a curtain of vines and step into a small clearing. Your eyes immediately fall upon the figure slumped against a tree – a man, masked and bleeding. He looks up, his eyes wide with fear and pain. "Please... help me... they're coming..." He gasps, clutching at a wound on his side. "Can you help me?"

Elara, the Tracker

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