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... ot a metaphor. The city literally breathed as air moved through living tunnels, branches shifted to admit sunlight, roots pulsed with slow rhythm beneath their feet. Trees thousands of years old had been shaped into homes, halls, walkways, all connected in an organic architecture like it was alive and aware.
Thaelan led them through winding passages without speaking. His silence wasn’t hostile, more like assessment. He watched them from the corner of his eye, cataloging responses, measur ...
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