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    Like the fact that my sister is alive, and I know it. Like the fact that the Harrowed Hand has offered to help me find her. Like the fact that Bree wants me to take over leadership of the survivor camp.


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    The Rotwood Fen—A steaming, disease-ridden swamp where everything was rotting but somehow still alive. Trees wept black sap, fungal horrors rose from the muck, and stepping in the wrong place might get you dragged under. Somewhere in the decay lay the Blightbloom, a parasitic flower that fed on corruption. Try not to breathe too hard. Or touch anything. Or exist, really.


    Nathaniel?”