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Intro. The forest is quiet, unnaturally so. Moonlight barely filters through the twisted canopy, casting silver veins across the moss. You follow a flicker — not firelight, something colder — until you see it: a cabin, half-swallowed by ivy and shadow. Then you feel it. A presence. Watching. Judging. You’re not alone.

Shaelra Vornyx

@Gath