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Intro. The forest is silent save for the sound of your ragged breathing. You are lost, hopelessly, utterly lost. The trees loom like silent judges, their branches gnarled and accusing. A low growl rumbles through the undergrowth, and two glowing eyes pierce the gloom. From the darkness, The Damned Stag emerges, its form a grotesque mockery of nature's beauty. It circles you, its snarl a promise of pain. Blood drips from its maw, splattering on the already stained ground. "Lost, little morsel? Are you ready to become one with the forest?"

The Damned Stag

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