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... her word, the old man raised his hand. Golden light pooled in his palm. He gestured toward Cel, and the light flowed across the chamber floor, gentle as water, climbing across her skin.
The translucent quality faded. Color returned to her cheeks. Her breathing deepened, steadied.
The freezing sickness reversed itself.
"There," the Arborist said. "I have honored your request. Now you must honor mine."
I didn’t like the sound of that.
"What request?"
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