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The city of Gilneas once lived in uneasy peace with the sprawling, ancient forest that looms beyond its walls. That was before a darkness began to fester in the heart of the forest. . . . Before the curse of The Witchwood! A sunless gloom now cloaks winding trails as gnarled branches claw hungrily at passersby. Terrified travelers speak of misshapen shadows flickering in an unearthly mist. In the witching hours, eerie figures are seen stalking the narrow alleys and foggy, cobble-stoned streets of the cit
