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The Forest of Forgotten Things
Author: F.J. Wilder
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The glass vial shattered inside Elena’s neck.

The glowing blue fluid of the Ghost Orchid didn't mix with her green blood. It declared war on it.

A moment of silence occurred in the Throne Room. The vines stopped moving. The mutated captains froze. The Phantom paused in his killing blow when the air pressure in the room dropped suddenly.

Then, Elena inhaled.

The sound resembled a vacuum breach occurring in space.

She let out a scream.

The sound remained inaudible for all humans to hear. The soun
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