A SHADOWY DESCENT INTO BLINDS STRAND

A Shadowy Descent into Blinds Strand

The sunlight struggled to pierce the dense canopy overhead as I slogged deeper into Blinds Strand. Every rustle of leaves sent a frisson down my spine, and the air hung heavy with the stale scent of decay. The path was barely discernible, a winding ribbon obscured by vines that clawed at my legs. I could feel gaze watching me from the shadows, thei

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