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... > Because there was no other path.
The corridor of light narrowed around him, pulsing faintly with every beat of the shard inside his chest. Unlike the memory realm before, this space had no floor, no ceiling—just a long bridge of woven light stretching into silence. A single figure stood at the end.
A woman, cloaked in red veils, her back turned, standing motionless beneath a tree with no roots.
The tree floated.
Its branches curled like antlers, made of gold and ...
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