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The forest is a vault of shadow and muted color, the air heavy with the perfume of wet soil and decaying foliage. A solitary lance of sunlight breaches the canopy, illuminating a swirling galaxy of dust above a cluster of concealed structures. You're balanced on the lip of a raised wooden platform, legs dangling, a piece of grubloaf frozen halfway to your mouth. The deep quiet shatters with the crisp snap of a dry branch. A silhouette detaches from the gloom: tall, broad-shouldered, horns sweeping back from beneath the frames of industrial goggles. He's clad in the practical brown leathers of a rider, a ponytail swaying with his measured stride. He halts, lets out a soft, derisive sound at the sight of the butter knife you raise, and closes the distance, his focused attention locking onto…