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Chapter 153- Resonance
Author: GrandDaddy
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The humidity in the central plaza was reaching a point where I felt like I was breathing through a damp sponge. It was not just the moisture of a tropical forest but something far more potent and alive.

The trees were not just growing they were perspiring raw energy. Every leaf of the silver willows that now draped over the ancient monuments was a tiny engine of transformation. I stood by the obsidian fountain and watched as a group of citizens gathered around a tree that had sprouted directly
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