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... her fingers, slick with sweat and grime, causing the wooden shaft of her spear to creak. The darkwood rod was well-worn by time and training, any roughness long since smoothed away by the oils of her palms. From her position just outside the great darkwood doors of the Nature Cores sanctuary, she almost felt as if she could overlook all of Verdant Grove.
She could see the crop-towers that soared high over the surrounding null-water, the concerted efforts of Verdant Groves many generatio ...
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