The Distant Whispers

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The oak tree in the courtyard had stood for three hundred years, its roots drinking deep from the bedrock of the palace, its branches a tangle of silver-green needles that whispered a language older than the stone walls enclosing us, and I held a single acorn in my palm, feeling the smooth, cool weight of it against my calloused skin, a seed of future endurance that I had been forbidden to...

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