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The Last Fern - a story - a journey through strange worlds, a forgotten past, and a pervasive mystery.

"The sun was heavy on my face as I awoke, its light blinding me as I blinked myself into the world. The stone beneath me was warm. My head was pounding. The rough surface of the ground pressed against my aching body. A deluge of confusion hit me. Where was I?"

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Rocky Valley
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