JUSTINE
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2The air in the enchanted forest hummed with unseen energy, a symphony of rustling leaves and the distant calls of creatures unknown. Sunlight, fractured by the dense canopy, painted the forest floor in shifting mosaics of light and shadow. Deeper within, where ancient trees stood sentinel, their gnarled branches intertwined like grasping fingers, lay a hidden glade. It was a place untouched by time, a sanctuary where the veil between worlds thinned. A mystical aura clung to the air, a palpable sense of wonder that both beckoned and warned. Only those with hearts open to the extraordinary dared to enter, for within its verdant embrace, the forest held secrets that could change a life forever.
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