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Ain’t nothin’ easy ‘bout this road. Out here, you ain’t just keepin’ the wagon movin’—you’re fightin’ to make it through alive. The trail cuts through the middle of nowhere, a stretch of land long forgotten, where the trees whisper and the shadows ain’t always empty. Monsters dwell in those woods, watchin’, waitin’, hungry for the fool who ain’t payin’ attention. But the mine at the end of this c…
