Cat
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Cat
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Cat

A spirit bound to the old woods, they say, older
than the oldest oak. The black cat treads on
skulls as easily as leaves, a silent judge beneath
the moon. A warning? A guardian? One truth
remains: cross its path, and tread carefully, for
the forest keeps its own.

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