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CHAPTER 164 The Keeper's Rest

Author: Clare
last update publish date: 2026-06-13 03:29:20

The autumn after the solstice, Mira began to slow.

Not suddenly—the way leaves turn, not falling but releasing. She spent longer on the stone bench each morning, her hands on the silver flowers, her eyes on the horizon. The witnesses came to her, as they always had, and she listened to their stories, their griefs, their hopes. But she no longer reached for them. She received them, the way the stone received the rain.

Elara noticed first. She had been with Mira for decades, and had watched her g
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