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... wood.
Here, silence wasn’t just the absence of sound—it was a presence in itself, heavy and complete, pressing against the ears. The air smelled of rot and minerals, dry as bone dust.
Luciel walked ahead, his senses stretched outward like invisible threads, brushing against bark, soil, and faint tremors of energy. No signs of life. Not a rustle, not a breath.
He slowed his pace and spoke without turning. "Earlier, you said the reason these trees died is one of your advent ...
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