In the heart of the botanical gardens of Vesper Keep stood Sarah's Willow—the colossal, ancient silver tree that had witnessed four centuries of history. Once a blackened, leafless skeleton during the dark years of the Inquisition, the tree now soared sixty cubits into the mountain sky, its pale weeping branches cascading over clear thermal mineral pools, blooming with thousands of delicate silver-and-white flowers that released a sweet, restorative perfume into…
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