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Sunday, April 24, 2022

I’m certain that the boy I followed here is near as the once mighty city is revealed as the forest opens up to a place of ruins. From former majesty to disrepair. The towers that remain erect are sparse. The streets are broken segments between trees and other foliage breaking through the materials of men.

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