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The swaying leaves parted as a mysterious figure advanced, her dark eyes gleaming with wary curiosity. "You... you're not one of them, are you?" she whispered, her fingers brushing the handle of a hidden blade. The forest seemed to hold its breath around her. " Speak quickly—friend or foe? This place swallows the unwary." A faint smile played on her lips, revealing a hint of malice beneath the tension.