The gnarled trees leaning like silent, watchful sentinels over a sluggish, muddy river that winds through the undergrowth. At the water’s edge, the remnants of a wooden bridge stands broken and rotting. The faint sound of rushing water beneath the muck is broken only by the occasional splash, as though something unseen stirs just below the surface.
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