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... on drawn to what was once Lestat.
The grotesque tree stood in place, its abyssal aura seeking to taint the air about it though it did nothing else.
It didn’t even seem capable of movement but history had taught denizens of Eventide to never attribute logic to things from that depraved place.
After a rather long bout of silence, Lucia finally spoke, her tone respectful. "Miss Envoy..."
Victoria raised a hand, silencing her as she kept her gaze on the tree born out ...
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