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... the world shifted again from white marble plains into a dense, pulsing green. Sounds changed; no longer the thunder of metal or explosions of fire, but the hum of woody fibers, the sigh of roots, and the whisper of leaves folding like old paper. A green mist crept between their feet, thick and full of fine particles that felt like the touch of a thousand tiny hands against the skin.
The little treant that had been perched like a living crown on Sylvia’s head suddenly trembled down to th ...
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