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... Instead, he studied Lindarion the way a scholar might study a dangerous theorem, not for beauty or fear, but to determine what rules it threatened to break. The other Tirnaeth elves spread subtly, not encircling but positioning themselves where retreat, pursuit, or execution could occur without wasted motion. Their discipline was absolute, honed by centuries of guarding borders most civilizations had forgotten existed.

"You carry layered influences," the warden said at last. "World-root ...

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