A Changing Forest
At first, the woods seemed normal. Moss-covered trunks rose high, and ferns brushed against Andrew’s legs as he followed the path. But the deeper they went, the stranger everything became. The trees thinned, their branches tangling into claw-like shapes above. The soil turned uneven and brittle beneath his feet. Then came the smell—bitter, rotten, like mold mixed with burnt oil. It filled Andrew’s nose, forcing him to cover his mouth.
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