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The Nifflings’ Valley was usually a riot of color, but today it was buried under a heavy, charcoal-colored fog. It wasn’t a natural mist; it clung to the clover leaves like damp velvet and tasted faintly of old iron. Finn, a young Niffling with ears too large for his knitted cap, stood at the edge of the Mushroom Forest. In his hand, he clutched a glowing glass orb—the only thing keeping the darkness from swallowing him whole. "It’s getting thicker," a voice croaked from the shadows.

for the match-3 puzzles in the actual Clover Tale game. Clover Tale

or obstacles for a fan-made concept. Which of these sounds most interesting to you? The Nifflings’ Valley was usually a riot of

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