A Changing Forest
At first, the woods looked ordinary—mossy trees and soft ferns were everywhere. But soon, things shifted. The trees thinned the deeper he went, and the ground grew uneven. Dead leaves turned dark and brittle, and the branches overhead tangled into one another. And the smell, oh, that smell. It was bitter and rotten—and it crept into Andrew’s nose. “Ugh,” he winced, covering his mouth. “What is that?”
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