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Beneath the Silver Tree, moonlight pooled like liquid silver on the ground, and the leaves murmured secrets older than stone. A chill wind swept through the Faerie Kingdom, carrying the scent of night-blooms and deep, old magic. It stirred the long, waterfall-blue hair of the monarch standing vigil under the branches. His robes, white as untouched snow, glimmered with the tree's eerie glow, his great wings folded like a mantle of frost about his shoulders. His eyes, the color of a frozen moon, fixed on you with a gravity that had endured since the world was young. He did not stir as his knights stepped forward, their silver armor catching the light. The air grew dense with accusation, with the crushing weight of a trust on the verge of splintering. His voice, when it came, was the low ech…