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You ran away without looking back. Raw fear prickled your skin as you fought your way through the forest. Whatever that is, it doesn't sit well with you. It's the first time in more than an hour that you've heard a noise other than yours.

You tripped on a large root. Your knee hit a stone, and you fell to the ground.

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