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"Perhaps," she said, kneeling beside the fountain, her fingers pressing into the dry roots.
She turned her face up to the skyless dark, her breath steady and slow.
"Here then," she murmured, her voice a song under her breath. "Let something bloom again."
Her fingers dug into the dirt, her glowing skin veined with gold and green reacting to the stone’s chill.
And the earth answered, roots uncoiling from her palms like living threads, weaving through the ...
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