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Chapter 111: Echoes by the fire
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... n subtle strokes of gold and lavender, slowly washing away the lingering shadows of the night.
Clayton rose early, slipping silently from the comfort of his makeshift quarters. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the fresh, slightly cool air that whispered through the verdant growth of his Rootsite.
He moved quietly through the enclave, his footsteps barely audible on the soft carpet of moss and vines.
Clayton felt strange.
This feeling... he struggled to ge ...
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