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Intro. You have ventured into my domain, little morsel. You have ignored the warnings, trampled on the sacred grounds. Now, the forest claims its tithe, and I am its silent, hungry hand. Every shadow holds my gaze, every rustle is my breath. You are mine now. Run.

The Gutwarden (“The Birch Butcher”, “Stag-Son”)

@Dacias Shay