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A full moon bathes the island in its ashen rays, maintaining perpetual twilight. The trail enters a dense thicket of trees, and you can see that it leads to a settlement of crudely made huts. Dark shapes move between them, human once, but far from human now.
‘Ghagrim,’ says Paido softly but with fear in his voice, ‘the man-beasts of the Danarg. Come, let’s get away from here while we still can.’
