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Silence reigned in the sacred hollow of the Silver Cradle.

Moonlight trickled down through the strange, silver trees, bathing the clearing in a ghostly glow. The air shimmered with unseen magic, thick and trembling.

Bavanda lay still. Her chest rose shallowly, one could barely notice it.

Loco was...

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