The Pale Garden
The ash fell like snow, but it did not melt, settling in the hollows of the stone courtyard with a silence that was heavier than the snow itself, and it was in this grey, suffocating quiet that Elara Vance, the Keeper of the Spore, stood before the Great Glass and watched the withering of the World-Tree, her fingers trembling not from the cold, which was a biting, ancient thing that crept into...
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