the Rift


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From the beast's nostrils plumes of fog erupted in giant puffs, like the gasping smoke of a smoldering fire, burning somewhere within the ashen hart. This, however, was not the case. Quite truthfully, the majestic elk was poised, composed, pensive. He remained ever observant of his surroundings, absorbing everything the forest had to offer. Heedful eyes of molten amber peered ahead of him thoughtfully, dense, ashen fur billowing in the gentle tug of the wind.


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