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His Hunger ๐ŸŒš๐Ÿ”ฅ-3

The rain came suddenly, crashing down upon the canopy of the dense sal forest like a volley of iron arrows.

The wind howled through the trees, whipping the branches into frantic silhouettes against the midnight sky. Beneath the thundering hooves of the royal cavalry, the earth turned to slick, churning mud.

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