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... blown inward by a gust of wind that smelled like burnt pine and old blood. Emerging from the cool, silent "marrow" of the World Tree felt like stepping out of a cellar and straight into a forest fire.
The smoke was so thick it stung my eyes, and for a second, I just stood there, coughing into the crook of my arm. My Level 10 constitution wasn’t doing me any favors. My lungs felt like they were being lined with sandpaper, and the sudden noise—the screaming of elves, the roar of mana-cann ...
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