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... Ambrosial Arbor, the world seemed to exhale.
The ambient light dimmed into a deep jade twilight. The vast trunks above coiled and layered upon one another like petrified serpents, their bark etched with veins of sickly gold that pulsed faintly, as though some colossal heart beat within the wood. The ground was no longer stone but a lattice of roots fused with mineral and salt, polished smooth by centuries of submersion. Each step carried a subtle tremor upward through bone and muscle, a ...
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