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... ooked the same. That was the terrifying part. The same shaped hedges, the same song of birds in the branches above, the same scent of warm nectar carried by the breeze.
And Aegle stood in the center of it. My Aegle... or at least the version this place had to offer.
She knelt before a blooming patch of golden flowers, her hands gently trimming the stems with a careful touch. The same grace. The same silver-laced braid hanging down her back. And yet something in her aura—it didn’t ...
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