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Towering oaks lined the outer ring of the circular space, their gnarled limbs casting long, cool shadows over the vibrant underbrush.
Petals of crimson, violet, and gold spilled like tears from flowerbeds cultivated to appear untamed.
The air was rich with the heady scent of blooming night lilies and duskroot orchids—native to Opalcrest, but intentionally arranged by someone with a refined palate for balance.
At the garden’s heart sat a round table made of pale ...
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