The Distant Garden

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"You have three days," the village elder said. His voice was dry as the dust on his lips. "Three days until the frost takes the root. The child is burning. You must find the Heart-Clasp." I did not answer. I could not. My throat was tight with the smell of sage and sickness. In the corner of the hut, my mother lay still. Her breath was a thin, rattling reed. She was not sleeping. She was...

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