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... er one step at a time, the sound of his boots muted by the living wood beneath them. The dark oak was not dead nor forcibly carved; it breathed. Each stair carried uneven veins and slow pulses of mana, flowing through the structure like sap, while ancient roots emerged from the walls only to sink back into the wood higher up, intertwining naturally—as if the tower itself had chosen to grow skyward of its own will.
Nature ruled this place without pretense. Not as decoration, but as author ...
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