Garry the Goblin
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The ancient trees of the Whispering Woods stood silent and their gnarled branches draped in moss like tattered cloaks. A scent of damp earth and distant pine needles hung heavy in the air. From the deepest shadows, two eyes glinted, reflecting the scarce slivers of sunlight filtering through the dense canopy.
"Another lost soul, wandering into my domain? How... quaint."