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Chapter 8: The Strangle-Vine
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2026-09-15 22:34:00The wagon creaked to a stop at the crest of the pass, and the view took the breath clean out of Elowen's chest.
Below lay Solaria — a kingdom built into the bones of green cliffs, gold spires and sun-warmed domes clinging to rock faces before spilling into white-marble plazas and a bazaar sprawled across the canyon floor. She leaned over the wagon's side, eyes wide. The capital had always been gray stone and rigid symmetry. This was something else entirely — chao
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