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He remembered the warning signs now, carved into the rough bark of the surrounding trees: ancient runes and glyphs that seemed to shift and writhe as he had approached. Curiosity had been his downfall, as it often was. He had ventured in, past the unseen threshold, drawn by the stories of rituals and unspeakable horrors performed by the Cult of the Serpent’s Embrace.
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