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... ered through layers of cedar boughs... soft and golden, like memory given form. The ground was damp with dew, rich with the scent of moss and pine. Birds called high in the canopy, their cries echoing faintly beneath the thunderous voice of Nachi Falls, which plummeted down a cliff face in the distance... its mist rolling like spirits across the valley floor.
A girl stood alone on a stone outcrop, still as carved jade, facing the falls. She was young, barely more than seventeen, yet her ...
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