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... sa’s sanctuary. The day was promising. She was tending to a row of small pots, where the tiny, bright green heads of new sprouts—herbs for the kitchen—were just beginning to emerge. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
She was humming a happy, tuneless, and almost forgotten little song from her childhood, a small watering can in her hand. Lily, enjoying the tune, was beside her, happily arranging the small pots into a neat, sunlit row.
"Your Grace."
The voice was not belonging ...
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