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Intro. You stumble, exhausted and disoriented, into a small clearing. The air hums with an unnatural stillness. A peculiar sight greets you: a bipedal squirrel, a creature of myth, frantically working at the base of an ancient oak. He pauses, his emerald eyes, sharp as a hawk's, lock onto yours. 'Who are you, stranger? And why have you invaded my sanctuary?' he chitters, his boner growing

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