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Following a trail of unusually vibrant, neon-flecked fungi, Elias stumbled upon a structure that wasn’t on any map: an abandoned hut, its timber rotting and reclaimed by thick, pulsating vines. Driven by curiosity, he stepped inside. The floorboards didn’t just creak; they groaned with a wet, organic sound. In the centre of the room, a massive trapdoor stood slightly ajar, exhaling a cold, damp mist. He shouldn't have looked down. Depths.Of.Horror.Mushroom.Day.rar
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