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... g like ribs around a throat that dared him to step in. The golden orb hovered at the edge, its light spilling down the spiral as if coaxing him forward.
Lindarion’s hand flexed on the hilt of his sword, but he didn’t move yet. His breath was steady, but his core, his very blood, throbbed in time with the Tree’s pulse.
Ashwing fidgeted on his shoulder, tail lashing like a whip. ’I don’t like this. It feels like the whole tree is watching us.’
"It is," Lindarion said. His v ...
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