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... half-dreaming. Mist coiled around the bridges and walkways of Lorienya, carrying the smell of rain and sap.
Beneath the hum of waking voices there was another rhythm, softer but unmistakable, faint thrum-thrum that seemed to come from below every stone, every root. The elves didn’t hear it yet, not consciously, but their steps fell into that beat.
Lindarion had not slept. He’d sat through the night upon the terrace outside his quarters, listening.
The sound wasn’t mere vi ...
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