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The Tree that Was Not Felled
He had gone. Six months had tarried by since I last saw him that day on the evening of his
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Pine Needles and Strange Stars
Sayun’s legs dragged one after the other. The hours of the day flickered in her mind as flashes of
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The Drums Behind Her
The morn of the Festival came upon them before Sayun knew sleep had claimed her. As on each Festival day,
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A Night Candle Burning
When at last Rudao returned to his family, the sun outside had begun its long descent below the hills. An
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We Protect Our Own
Two hours crept by. Hila had retreated to the kitchen, her place for busying her hands in search of solace.
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A Stone for the Box
Sayun’s hands ached. The morning had worn away while she sat in the pasture milking. She thought that surely
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"Nothing Will Change"
Geoffrey spent the rest of the week packing. By the last afternoon, his trunk had been filled with books, writing
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Long May He Reign
Nathaniel remained in ill-humor as he followed after Geoffrey to the library. Though Geoffrey’s presence was no longer
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Of Ink and Inheritance
I could not name what had possessed me to abandon my dignity for so insignificant a remark as I spurred
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The Threads Between Us
Geoffrey remembered it as a cloudy night that veiled the stars when his father called him to the library and
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Prologue
If you asked me my name, I would tell you I have none. The man who raised me called me