No Audioyou wander in the slightly snowy forest, on a mission to retrieve firewood for yourself yet all the trees are dead, while wondering what may have happened to them you hear whistling, as it grows louder you make out its singing, a painful song without lyrics, like nails on a chalkboard, you see a few trollge… no… they are one with each other, as it approaches you decide it’s best to run
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