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... feet, a ribbon of golden moss winding through towering trees that had no right to exist. Their bark shimmered like glass, and their leaves burned with a soft inner light—half flame, half memory.
Zara and Damien moved in silence. The deeper they went, the quieter the world became, until even the wind dared not speak.
“This forest wasn’t here before,” Zara whispered.
“It wasn’t anywhere before,” Damien said. “It’s new. Like the world’s building itself while it remembers ho ...
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