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Chapter 412: I hope you’re all right
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... roots intertwined as if they had been shaped by careful hands in forgotten centuries. But now, the path that led to the Abode of the Spirits was dry. The mist hung heavy over the ground and the branches above her seemed bowed not out of reverence, but out of mourning.
She stopped in front of the natural arch that marked the entrance to the sanctuary. The moss-covered stone - once vibrant with pulsating inscriptions of living magic - was now faded. Dead.
She took a step. Another. ...
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