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You lean over the well, peering into its depths, and see a single leaf fall. Countless springs of sweet water…

You lean over the well, peering into its depths, and see a single leaf fall. Countless springs of sweet water gush from the bottom. The moment you look up... Thousands of golden tendrils sprout from the withered branches—

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