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“Dès qu’ils eurent pénétrés dans cette partie de la Vieille Sylve, se révélèrent bien des désagréments : l’ancienne sente menant à la combe aux loups était effacée avec l’accroissement de la végétation, de vieux arbres avaient finalement cédés sous l’assaut combiné des insectes, du temps et du climat et, ce qui n’était pas le moindre des obstacles, la lumière du soleil projetait un chiche éclairage, du fait de l’abondance des ramées composant la voûte forestière.”

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Les Épieurs d'Ombre

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