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... opy, painting the upper leaves in molten light while the forest floor remained caught between shadow and morning mist.
The great roots of the World Tree glowed faintly underfoot, humming with slow, ancient rhythm, like a sleeping heart beneath the world.
Lindarion was already awake.
He stood on the training grounds before sunrise, long before the first soldiers arrived. The dew still clung to the grass, and the scent of moss and bark filled the air.
His white hair ...
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