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... ers noticed his approach immediately; conversation ceased, weapons lowered. Even now, weeks after his spar with Thalan, his presence drew silence like gravity.
He knelt beside the root, his fingers brushing its surface. Warm. Alive. But beneath that warmth, a faint vibration thrummed, like a heartbeat out of rhythm.
"Thalan," Lindarion said without looking up.
The Lorienyan teacher hurried forward, staff in hand. "My prince?"
"Has this root always pulsed like this ...
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