Chapter 5: Roots of Truth

Isla held her breath as she lifted the lid of the carved orchard box. It creaked on tiny brass hinges, the sound sharp in the hush of the orchard. Jonas leaned in closer, his breath warm at her ear.

Inside, the box looked almost empty. Just a folded cloth, yellowed and frayed at the edges. For a mo...

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