In the eerie glow of floating lanterns, a crashed zeppelin reveals a sinister plot.
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It begins
The trees around you groan and stretch their gnarled limbs, trying to yank you into their bark. Your coat, once a proud crimson, is now muddy and torn. The thunderclap that brought you down still echoes in your ears. What do you do?
Who and what is in here
Cursed TreesThe ExecutionerFloating LanternsThe Ambushers