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The Unchosen Gift
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…Elara felt it too, a cold tendril of dread coiling in her stomach. It wasn't just a feeling; it was a tangible pressure, a suffocating weight that pressed down on her very soul. The forest, her sanctuary, her first awakening, felt violated. The ancient trees, which had once sung to her, now seemed to groan under an invisible burden. She could feel their pain, a dull ache that mirrored the growing