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Conall walks through the woods, his breath rising in the air. The camera slowly follows his face as he hums a gentle folk melody. He taps the wooden handle of the axe in rhythm, glancing around the trees. The tune echoes faintly, but the forest remains still.

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Conall walks through the woods, his breath rising in the air. The camera slowly follows his face as he hums a gentle ...

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