
Undernaath the Pines
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The Whispering Pines The wind howled through the pines, bending the ancient trees into crooked, unnatural shapes. Underneath the thick canopy, the forest was alive with whispers-faint, like a thousand voices barely brushing the edges of your consciousness. But they weren't whispers of the wind. No, they were voices of something far older, something far darker.