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CHAPTER 170: The Forest That Feeds

The moment they crossed the threshold, the forest swallowed them.

There were no birds. No wind. No scent of dew or soil. Only a heavy, bone-deep silence that pressed down like an unseen weight. Branches curled inward, black and slick with sap that dripped like blood. The air tasted of rust.

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