The Grindelwoods outside Varnishington are looming before you, an ominous breeze rustling the evergreen pines. A low fog rolls through the lower points of the forest while the sun dots through the trees until it becomes too dense to see. Like the forest wishes to swallow you whole the second you step inside... What are you even doing here? What do you seek?
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01/02/2025