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- The beat of his heart was akin to that of drums, thud, thud, thud, the eternal rhythm of life as he sprinted upon the soft underbrush of the jungle. The light flickering from wicked Belial through the canopy, the small of vegetation thick like moss in the air. It all painted a scene of the the jungle that was lovely.
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