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... patterns of the skills she had been using daily for more than a century, tending to the shrubs and herbs in her garden: the small space of peace she had carved out amid the urban stress of Myrin’s Keep that she had come, out of necessity, to call her home. The dappled light of the late dawn sun filtered through the branches of the trees she had grown from seedlings to chase away the remnants of dew beading their leaves.
It was not that the plants needed her tender care and adjustment, b ...
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