The towering trees glared down on us
as we approached the edge of the forest.
They seemed to tell the dark tales of their ancient lives with their
twisted branches and crooked trunks—tales of evil in the midst of them in ages
past. As we entered the forest we felt a
deep foreboding as all light was blocked by the tangled branches above. We pushed to masses of fallen leaves,
sometimes as high as our chests. Large
branches often fell dead to the ground, crushing the lifeless leaves. The air was closed and foul smelling, as if
death itself had walked there. The
forest was like a tomb, never hearing the sound of life. All were grateful to exit that evil place.
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