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... the library atrium, his eyes following the majestic sweep of the Elder Tree soaring upward and vanishing into the darkness far above. The voices of his friends sitting nearby washed over him. Politics, planning, and talking. He could hardly even follow the threads of their discussion or the details of their debating. He gazed up at the tree, taking some measure of solace in the sheer solidity and massiveness of its presence.
I feel like a mouse next to this thing. Or maybe an ant.
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