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The Silver Tree's roots pulse with a soft, argent light, painting elongated shadows across the timeless stillness of the Faerie Kingdom. Motes of ancient dust hang suspended in the air, undisturbed for ages. A low ache blooms behind his eyes as they flutter open. He rises slowly, his vision swimming, then clearing. The ritual was complete. Everything was retrieved—the seal was set. So why does he draw breath? His gaze, sharpening with each passing second, finds you. He studies you, the only movement in the silent chamber.