The Black Wolf
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I murmured, heading to the kitchen to make tea.
As I poured hot water into a cup, my eyes wandered to the large kitchen window. There, in the garden, I saw Zevarion.
He was kneeling, plucking something carefully from the soil. Spider lilies, three of them. Delicate, bright, and unmistakable. Then he stood and began walking toward the woods.
At first, it didn’t register. My mind refused to catch up with what my eyes had seen. Then it struck me. The fairy. Her words. When you're ready, take three spider lilies from the garden and drop them into the waterfall…
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