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The Webcrown

Above the sheets the web is not sheets at all. It is a floor, grey and springing, strung between the crowns of the oldest trees, and the things the silk stalkers catch are carried up here and hung. Whatever they spin for is at the middle of it.

Enter at combat 62. Corrupted ground.

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