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CHAPTER 121 The Fourth Bloom

Author: Clare
last update publish date: 2026-06-10 20:13:50

The spring that followed the solstice brought a message from the eastern provinces.

It arrived not by letter, but by witness—a young woman named Sora who had trained at the House of Gold Flowers and had traveled for three weeks to reach the Academy. She came through the garden gate at dusk, her face weathered from the road, her hands cupped around a small pot containing a cutting from the great gold flower at the relay site.

"The fourth bloom has opened," Sora said, kneeling before the stone be
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