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Lucia couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that clung to her as they continued their journey through the dense forest. The night was still heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine, the thick canopy above offering little protection from the biting chill that seemed to seep into her bones. With each step, the fabric of her once-beautiful dress became more tattered, the pristine white now streaked with mud and dirt. But the physical discomfort was the least of her worries. Behind her, Luke moved quietly, his presence a constant reminder of the uncertainty that now defined their journey. Miranda led the way, her senses sharp and alert, ever vigilant for any sign of danger. The silence between them was thick with tension, the unspoken questions and doubts hanging heavily in the air. None of