At the heart of the Great Valley, nestled within a secluded amphitheater of black granite cliffs, stood the Sacred Grove of the First Tree. The First Tree was an ancient, colossal white ironwood whose silver-barked trunk measured twenty cubits in girth. Its branches, leafed with delicate leaves of crystalline silver that never withered even in the deepest blizzard, arched ninety cubits into the winter sky, spreading an ethereal canopy over…
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