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... et sore, my breath visible in the odd, shimmering air. Around us, the terrain shifted—crystalline plains giving way to fields of obsidian grass and trees that whispered to each other in tones only the wind understood.
I didn’t speak. Not yet. But I listened.
They talked among themselves, these recruiters—about ley lines, ascension orders, the shifting borders of the realms. I caught phrases like "threads of spirit broken" and "veil-thin crossings." Words that only half made sense ...
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