Lesov Limb
Lesov Limb · VISUAL_NOVEL
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One can only hear the rustle of branches high overhead and the sounds of an uneven tread on half-baked deadwood. You walk among the black trunks, and the forest breathes into your face a warm putrid smell of bogs and fallen leaves. Is it possible to get out of the forest? Or will your trail be lost forever in the predawn fog?