Decay and Dread
With each step, the smell grew stronger. It reeked of rotting wood and something industrial, something unnatural. Andrew’s stomach churned as he scanned the landscape. Dead trees surrounded him, some snapped in half, others oozing with thick, black slime. The air itself felt heavier here, poisoned and wrong. He glanced at the reindeer, who walked steadily, unaffected. Andrew swallowed hard, dread curling in his gut. Something in this forest was deeply broken.
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