The Waterfall’s Call
The forest grew thicker the deeper they went, branches clawing at their clothes. Their footsteps crunched softly over damp leaves while Jason guided them with the faint glow of his phone’s map. Emily’s stomach twisted, dread and anticipation mingling. The distant roar of water grew louder, pulling them forward. At last, the trees parted, revealing a tall cascade of rushing water crashing into a deep pool. Beautiful, yes—but it felt like a stage set for confrontation.
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