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I stopped near a tilled patch and dropped down to a crouch Closingmy mind, I soaked in the sensations arounddown on id sht the sweet s not far off It was the perfect tiarden Luck was on

I draggedplenty of resistance It wasn’t…soft enough for plants Yielding enough It was bitter, this soil Slightly angry It wouldn’t help s

“Yeah” I stood and s my face toward the Forbidden Wood “The demon’s filth has infiltrated it I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the vines you ripped out carried their ic around the it to the soil The everlass does that, but they are partial to dragon ic Let’s…”

I visited various patches of dirt, tilled and not, stickingthe vibe Every natural space had one I’d learned that early in life Spending tiet about an awful day or the sickness aroundcurrent Unless so was amiss, of course, and then I couldn’t quite connect

“I need to hit the library There’s soround into …sad, almost”

A swell of eround see a sad tune, one that would wilt flowers

Aching pain Utter hopelessness Guilt

I flutteredin through the glass at the darkness beyond

Nyfain

“Does the prince sing in this garden?” I asked,

When I turned back, it was in tilances

“I’ll take that as a yes He’s causing the problehed “That rat bastard He’s not special, huh? All the wo to the plants?”

“I love guessing gaiver has a lea us what you’re talking about?”