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The first time Kade stepped into the Moon-Root Market, the clearing felt like a held breath.

Bioluminescent vines wound up the trunks of ancient yew trees and braided themselves into stalls that glowed as if embers slept inside their stems. Moonlight spilled through the canopy in a silver hush, soft as dust resting on an old book. Every sound was muted—footsteps thudded like distant heartbeats, and even the wind seemed to darken its voice. The place smelled of wet moss and crushed mint, with an undertone of something warm and unsettlingly sweet, like the moment before a remembered kiss.