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Chapter 111: Beyond
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... . The names scraped his throat as he spoke them—foreign yet familiar, like echoes of his own bloodline. Each word ignited a symbol along the spiraling root-line, black light burning faintly beneath the tree.
"Thornek. Vael. Harun of the Eastwatch. Emryn, daughter of Red Vale. Marek of the Hollow..."
He continued, and the cavern responded.
The dead whispered.
Not aloud. Not with words. But the pressure changed. The roots stopped pulsing and started breathing again. ...
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