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Chapter Eighteen: The Home of Cerel
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... ys negotiating with the trees. Trees who were very, very put out after centuries of neglect. It couldn't even be called negotiations. She walked among them, speaking with them, struggling to get them even to acknowledge her. The plants of this land had a spiteful twinge to their minds. It had been grown in darkness, and when she talked to them, she got a painful buzz.
In the meantime, Raka held regular meetings within a manor at the center of the village. That was right; they were in a v ...
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