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... rest, the Great Squirrel Tree stood tall—its branches woven like an ancient crown, its trunk riddled with chambers, balconies, and burrows.
It was not just a tree.
It was the tree.
The seat of the Squirrel Empire. The mighty bastion of the fluffy-tailed, peanut-hoarding elite.
Within its grand central chamber, a council of fuzziness convened.
Golden leaves fluttered as a slight breeze passed through, and atop a polished nutwood throne, the Squirrel Emperor ...
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