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... houses that were built into the trunks of massive trees. She ran up a ramp that spiraled around a trunk and pushed open a simple wooden door.
"Mother!" she said, breathing hard.
An older dark elf looked up from the table where she was grinding herbs with a stone pestle. Her skin was the color of rich soil, and her white hair was braided with dark green leaves.
"What is it, Mela?" she asked, her voice calm. "Calm yourself."
"Intruders," she said. "They have entered ...
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