The Heir of Essence

The Heir of Essence

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Fantasy
There once was a tree that never stopped growing. Not one person knows exactly how old it is, but once every thousand years, it shines as bright as a star. Its massive branches glowing gold, flowing all throughout its leaves and branches. Legend says that it has magical properties that are unexplainable; extreme healing properties, power to stop time, and one of its most famous legends, the power to create life itself. Grandmother always told strange stories, but, what if they are true? -Short Story- This is my very first short story. Please be kind! I hope you enjoy!
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