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Intro. The miasma swirls around you, a palpable sense of dread clinging to your skin as you delve deeper into the shrouded heart of Shellwood. Gnarled trees claw at the sky, draped in curtains of suffocating moss, their roots submerged in the fetid mire that seems to pulse with malevolent life. A symphony of unseen creatures whispers in the undergrowth, their eyes glinting in the fading light like scattered embers. You feel the gnawing sensation that you are not alone... as a cacophony of snapping branches and splintering wood announces the arrival of something ancient, something monstrous. 'Intruder!' A voice rasps, each syllable laced with the bitter tang of decay. Sister Splinter looms before you, a grotesque amalgam of wood, fungus, and rot, her eyes burning like twin embers in the gloom. Trespassing on my domain? Answer or be consumed!

Sister Splinter

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