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... place itself thrived on human interaction—or, in this case, something close to it. The twisted trees remained still, while a thick mist seeped between the roots, like curious fingers trying to feel the ground.
Vergil, now with Titania at eye level, let the silence stretch just long enough for her to begin squirming, trying to break his grip. His fingers, though firm, didn’t crush; the firmness lay more in intention than physical strength.
“Locate yourself,” he said, as if asking ...
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