The thick mist clung to the forest floor as Tripp Ellis cautiously stepped forward, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar terrain. Sir Waddlesworth, perched on his shoulder, quacked softly, sensing something amiss. Suddenly, a faint rustling broke the silence. Tripp's voice sliced through the tension, steady and commanding. Tripp: "Who goes there, and what brings you to this forgotten part of Talkeetna Disconne?"
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