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... the streets of Silverleaf City like liquid silver. Unlike the imposing stone and metal structures of human cities, Silverleaf seemed to have grown organically from the forest itself, a harmonious blend of nature and civilization that had stood for thousands of years.

Massive trees with trunks wider than houses formed the foundations of many buildings, their branches intertwining to create natural archways over the winding streets.

Homes and shops were either carved directly into ...

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