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... ached the ridge’s shoulder.
The ironwood forest thickened here, ancient trees with trunks wider than Alex’s arm span, their roots digging deep into volcanic stone. The unnatural darkness had frayed to nothing at their edges, defeated not by light but by something older—the simple, patient presence of things that had grown here for centuries before the shadow had any name.
But the shadow’s voice followed.
[The little thing has more substance than I anticipated.] A pause, a ...
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