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... s now sat around a table made from the roots of the golden tree. It glowed softly with a golden hue more holy and immaculate than any celestial could ever hope to achieve.
A soft and sweet scent drifted from it, able to bring tranquility and contented peace to billions of worlds with frightening ease.
Noah tapped the table softly and rhythmically, then turned his head toward his brother.
"Asaemon," he said, his voice holding a note of intrigue, "you told us you had a plac ...
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