Seeds of the Bright Beyond
Seeds of the Bright Beyond The light was small. No bigger than a match head. But in the cellar of Lincoln Park--in the dark beneath the roots of the old oak tree--it was the brightest thing Oliver had ever seen. He dropped his trowel. It landed in the loam with a soft thud. The two shapes did not move. They sat cross-legged on the earth, glowing with a warm, golden light that made the cellar...
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