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Morven

Morven trudged on, his weary footsteps echoing softly amidst the towering trees that seemed to stretch endlessly into the distance.

Each step felt like a burden as he pressed forward, his head throbbing with the strain of the journey. The once lush foliage now appeared desolate and parched, its vitality drained away by some unseen force.

His skin prickled with discomfort, the dryness of the air sapping away any trace of moisture. It was as if the very essence of life had been sucked out of the environment, leaving behind a barren wasteland that offered little solace or respite.

The weight of his backpack bore down heavily upon his shoulders, the clinking of armor and the weight of weapons serving as a constant reminder of the impending conflict that lay ahead. Each piece of gear felt like a burden, adding to the physical and mental strain that Morven already endured.

But amidst the physical exhaustion and the oppressive atmosphere, it was the gnawing hunger and the gnawing thirst tha
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