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town had lost hope; whispers filled the air like the chill that crept through the streets. Her par

the town about strange figures lurking just beyond the tree line, and stories of those who ventured too deep, never to retu

omed like giants, their twisted branches reaching out as if to ensnare her. She hesitated, recalling the warnings of her parent

eper, the sounds of the forest shifted; the chirping of birds became sparse, replaced by an eerie si

it was quickly quelled by a sense of dread. She knelt to pick it up, and in that moment, a rustling in the bushes caught her at

man, hunched and watching her with a predatory gaze. Panic surged through her, and she bolted, the woods seemingly

felt like a maze, twisting and turning as if the woods themselves conspired against her. Just wh

na.

hrough the thick underbrush, calling out her friend's name. The response

ed by the pale glow of the moonlight. But something was wrong. Her friend's eyes w

id, her voice chillingly seren

g her as they whispered in unison. With a dawning realization, she understood t

grasp of the woods held her fast. The figure of Emily began to tran

air. The Forgotten Woods whispered secrets of countless lives l