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At night, Cthulhushroom would rise on leathery wings and their harsh beating of the air
sounded out a countdown to the inevitable reopening of transdimensional portals
untouched since the dawn of man. Through these gateways, Cthulhushroom would usher in
the Great Old Ones, before whom the forest and all of its denizens would wither.
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