By nightfall, Blossom’s weather had shifted from the clear skies of the past few days to a cold, drizzling rain. Blossom sat near the frostbitten lands at the far north of the continent; the temperature was usually low to begin with. Now, with the autumn chill and the damp rain working together, it was down to barely five or six degrees.
But while Blossom was cold, the city itself simmered with heat and excitement. Many people had witnessed the sacred tree sprouting new buds during the day. A change unseen for a thousand years made the elves believe it...
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