The air was damp and tasted of moss.
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The air was damp and tasted of moss. Gerta and her gimpy little unicorn limped through the enchanted wood, through the gully and beneath weeping branches, hidden far below the high road. The smell of burnt thatch was behind them, ahead was the unknown: chasms and possibilities waited in ambush.
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