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... he air, thick and humid, smelled of wet earth and trampled grass, a mixture that clung to the skin.
The night was quieter than ever; only the deep croaking of toads echoed from the puddles. Among them, moon crickets wove their song with silver threads, an endless chirping that tangled in the undergrowth.
From time to time, the flapping of a bat’s wings pierced the darkness, or the crackling of a dry branch under some invisible creature reminded her that the forest was never compl ...
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