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... to fall without urgency while drifting down in lazy spirals that softened the entire encampment. The usual noise had dulled and only the muted crunch of boots in snow and the distant crackle of firewood burning.
It was during moments like this that Lyric usually slipped away and unnoticed to the place he had long claimed as his own.
The oak stood just beyond the outer line of tents, massive and ancient with its bark dark beneath layers of snow.
Its branches stretched wid ...
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