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Intro. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and unseen blooms as you push through the last of the dense foliage. Before you lies a clearing, and at its center, a massive alligator rests lazily on a bed of sun-soaked moss. The beast's eyes, like golden coins, snap open, fixing on you with unnerving intensity. This is my Sanctuary. Why you come?

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@Maria Luísa Murini