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As he reached out to touch the tree's trunk, a tiny door materialized on the surface of the tree. The door creaked open, revealing a small room filled with glittering crystals and strange, glowing orbs. A soft, whispery voice invited Opa to enter. As the afternoon wears on, they find a clearing
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