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  Eliyen Mistwood Eliyen’s hands and mana flowed in the precise, familiar patterns of the skills she had been using daily for more than a tury, tending to the shrubs and herbs in her garden – the small space of peace she had carved out amid the urban stress of Myrin’s Keep that she had e, out of y, to call her home. The dappled light of the te dawn sun filtered through the branches of the trees she had grown from seedlings to chase away the remnants of dew beading their leaves.

  It was not that the pnts needed her tender care and adjustment, but it ce of quiet for her to think. With the developments of the st few days, she had a lot weighing on her mind.

  She idly adjusted the mana flows between several of the pnts and pruned a few dead twigs from a nearby bush. The pnts unicated emotions of te and peacefulness in the slow measured nts always did as the gardeled bato harmonious bance. She studied the flows of mana and the subtle iions and interpy through the garden, pursing her lips and nodding in satisfa. The itch of the minor imbao the ecosystem of her safe space slowly faded. She sighed.

  That girl is a dungeon.

  Her hands tio flicker across the bushes, pruning and ing automatically without thought, healing the scars, and encing new growth with deft applications of her nature magic.

  When her shameful heart, full of vengeance, had been revealed by the Ahn Khen girl, Eliyen had beeain her scheme had been wrecked, but somehow Aliandra had accepted anyway.

  No, she accepted because the truth came out. Eliyen had not sidered it much at the time, but she was always mistrustful of those who cimed to want to do good for its own sake. There is always a self-ied reason that lurks beh the desire. Others may fio be ical, perhaps, but it was a truth wrested from pain arayal.

  Yet when Aliandra had dahe possibility of revenge and closure before her, she had ignored all her decades of experience. She had given her word to a stranger and bankrupted herself on the endeavor. All the signs had been there, a she had chosen to ighem. Willful ignorance. She snorted. She was no youth, barely past her fifth decade. I mean, what kind of css has skills like that?

  She stored a few trimmings and sprigs that she could use for her tinctures aracts, examining the bush before moving on to the one. With a few days to think, and sider the implications, the worry had begun to creep in. For several weeks, now, she had noticed a growing, pervasive sense of mana welling up from somewhere, influeng the growth of her pnts. Stories from Basil, and his unfortunate choice of css, and various other ued odds-and-ends had been cirg in her mind, trying to find a pce to sprout.

  This m, before dawn, she had finally unpacked her wooden staff from where it had in unused in her bedroom for decades and made the jourhrough the sewers and down into the surprisingly vast underground forest below, following the trail of the mana. The dest into the dense domain had filled her with a fear she had not experienced in ages. Despite her retively high level aaff, she was still a non-bat herbalist, and one did not easily fet the unmistakable, overwhelming pressure of the deructured mana of a dungeon. Aliandra’s domain was filled with the riess of life and nature but carried a bae of sparkling golden are mana that sent prickles and jolts through her senses. Mana propagated by the Blue Mana Grass Basil had gifted her, now growing everywhere she could see, and the on Glos that dotted the vast, dark cavern.

  But no monsters had leaped from the shadows to maul her. Instead, she had found herself standing on the bank of a glowing blue ke filled with the tiny mushrooms she had sent Aliandra questing for. All about were trees, mushrooms, and moss in surprising varieties – including a luminous bright stand of trees with beautifully fluted trunks that glowed with the iy of daylight.

  Aliandra had certainly fulfilled her end of their bargain and brought the mana-purified water to this town.

  Do her friends know what she is? The evidence was introvertible, a even now Eliyen’s mind struggled with the enormity of her unbelievable discovery. A se dungeon. She had struggled to believe it the first time Aliandra had reted her versation with Volle’s dungeon, but now she had seen it with her own eyes. Is that what a dungeon is? A css? It flew in the face of everything she had believed, everything she had been taught.

  Eliyen tinued moving among the pnts in her little garden, colleg the necessary clippings and cuttings as her mind tio wrestle with her dilemma. Her heart told her that the Fae was trustworthy and sincere, but years of experieold her that dungeoricky, fickle, and infinitely dangerous.

  And here I am making an agreement with her. She hadn’t known that Aliandra was a dungeon when she had sent her out on her quest – she hadn’t appreciated the danger she was getting herself into.

  I gave my word. She swallowed unfortably. I won’t break it, even if she is a dungeon. Even if it meant dao herself, her word was sacred. Going ba her promise would betray the core of who she was. It’s not like I have anything else left.

  If that’s even worth anything anymore. Her youth had been filled with dreams of helping people, easing their suffering by providing mueeded potions and elixirs – the fruits of her bor and skill. Life had instead handed her suffering, and hardship, and hardened her heart by leaking in vengeance, anger, and frustration. Somehow, the shiny dreams of youth had bee tarnished and damaged with the passage of years and the collision with the harsh reality of the world. Here she was, in Myrin’s Keep, without enough wealth to make any differe all, struggling to keep afloat amid the predatory taxes of the Town Watch, and the i on her loans. Her sole achievement of the st decade had been her scheme of vengeance against Volle.

  Besides, I’m broke now. I need her. Her attentiouro the present and the garden that provided her with an anchor, her safe space, knowing that without seg a profitable arra with Aliandra, she would lose it all to her creditors.

  Is it possible she doesn’t know? Would a creature like her even have a sce?

  The thought appeared in her mind like a startling chime, causio pause mid-a, her pruning tool frozen for several long seds. It would certainly expin her friends and the onsters in her forest.

  Not likely, she finally decided. If I were a dungeon, I would hide that knowledge aggressively. There would be mayhem, and worse, if wot out.

  Still, I o make my agreement with Aliandra. She he mana-purified water for the potions she po make. It was a modest vision, but if she could secure a good agreement, Myrin’s Keep would bee the source of some of the most sought-after elixirs and potions, saving lives throughout the nearby towns and cities – a small homage to her youthful dream. And she would keep her garden.

  “Basil,” she called out as she ehe house. “Please fetch my paper and ink.” Aliandra had said she could be tacted through the Adventurers Guild if she wasn’t otherwise avaible, and it was time to write the Guildmaster a note. But what should I write? She sidered how she should approach it, mind rag. There was no way Vivian Ross did not know what Aliandra was. Not with that Sun Elf she keeps, aerrifying css. Eliyen shuddered briefly. Secrets, secrets everywhere…

  “Yes, master,” came the dejected sound of Basil’s voice from the ba.

  Eliyen sighed in exasperation. Ever since she had berated the boy for choosing his css without sulting her, he had reverted to this very formal address and despo attitude.

  He seems hurt. Basil was the sensitive type, and he had been so excited to be able to choose a rare herbalist css. Eliyen recalled the almost childlike joy he had had when he shared the details with her.

  What was he thinking? she asked herself for the thousandth time. Choosing a dungeoed herbalist css? How would he gain experiehout any bat skills to protect him in a dungeon? What did it matter that the css was rare if you couldn’t use it? It had been weeks since he had earned his css aill had been uo earn a single level – nothing they had tried had allowed him to gain any experie all.

  She looked at his downcast eyes, and the paper and ink as he id them out on her desk with unnecessary care and precision. Suddenly, two thoughts ected in her mind.

  No that’s crazy, she thought as she sat down. But the idea wouldn’t let go of her. I don’t believe in ces, she reminded herself – certainly not ones of this magnitude. He must have been offered the dungeon-based css because she is a dungeon herself. He had been in a dungeon, colleg mushrooms from the dungeon, and unlocked his css from the dungeon. Aliandra was the reason for this css.

  Perhaps we solve two problems at onbsp;she thought, her pen poised above the paper without writing. If I must make a tract with the devil, I may as well get something out of it. Feeding a dungeon was a sin. She couldn’t believe she was intending to do it purposefully. She shuddered softly with the thrill of fear, and … excitement?

  “Basil,” she began – but she stopped when she saw him twitch. She put her pen down and looked at the morose boy. Are you expeg me to reprimand you again? Was I really that harsh?

  “Here’s what we’re going to do,” she said, trying to keep her voice kind. He was a good kid, and he just wao do well, but he had certainly nded himself in a pickle with his overreach for a powerful css.

  “We’re going to ask Guildmaster Vivian Ross to accept you as a member of the Adventurers Guild.”

  “Yetting rid of me?” Basil’s eyes snapped up to meet hers, filled with anguish, and Eliye a pang of pain and guilt. She didn’t mean to hurt him, but he was being overly sensitive.

  “No, you are still my apprentice,” she said, breathing deeply and eling patience, but his face looked like she had just ripped his entire world out from under his feet.

  “Basil, this is not a punishment. I think this is the best way to help you with your css. If we py it correctly, it will help us close a good deal with your friend Aliandra. We help her and us at the same time, but I won’t make you do it if you don’t want to.” The strands of the plex web were rapidly ing together in her mind, and the solution was beginning to take shape. This might just work.

  “I’m fused?” he muttered.

  “Basil, you have a powerful css,” she tinued. “I’ve seen simir csses before. At the highest levels, you will be able to grow and harvest the most powerful herbs and pnts, in the most dangerous locations. The problem is you ot level up – most people with your type of css are allied with powerful anizations and use entire adventurer groups to level up. You simply don’t have access to that here. The only other options are to stagh an unusable css, or you will be used by those who seek to profit off you.”

  “Joining the Adventurers Guild would allow you to learn how to be a non-bat support css for an adventurer group. You will get training and support from the bat csses, and you will use your skills to help support them. If you do that in a dungeon, you will level up iive safety, protected by the adventurers you are supp.”

  Basil’s expression ged, his eyes finally rec a little of his natural curiosity and i. “Why would they want me? I ’t fight.”

  “A good herbalist support css in a nature dungeon triple the return on iment for the entire group simply by what you harvest. If you i in your bat Herbalism skill and study your recipes, you will be able to provide them with the ideal potions for any situation.”

  “Ahh,” he said, his eyes brightening.

  “Also, Aliandra will not be able to sell the mana-purified water to us directly because she does not have a mert lise. She sell it to that Weldin Thriftpenny who runs the guild store, but then we will have to buy it at market price. This way, you collect the water, take our share as an adventurer, and sell ara to the guild store. This will be our cut of the deal – our advantage for setting it all up. We will offer Aliandra a pertage of the potions we make, and you will offer to pnt some pnts in her forest for her – I have a feeling she will value that more than the money.”

  “And they’ll agree to this?”

  “Vivian Ross, through the guild store and Weldin Thriftpenny, will bee the main supplier for mana-purified water for this half of the ti. Especially if they u Volle’s prices. They’ll definitely agree.” I hope.

  A plex sequenotions pyed across Basil’s features, mirr his ing thoughts, before he finally answered, “nts should I offer?”

  “Here, I have some seeds. When you pnt them, use your css skills to grow them in that underground forest. I think it will be good to practi an area of dense mana.” She wasn’t about to tell Basil – the fewer people that knew about Aliandra, the loheir deal would be allowed to proceed. Besides, I don’t know if it will work. She pulled open a few drawers, pausing in thought before seleg several packages and adding them to a pile oable in front of Basil. A little something for her, and something for us.

  He collected them carefully, and then his eyes widened in surprise. “Mystic Bluebells? Arc Lilies? I thought these only grow in dungeons?” The two small seed packets in his hands had cost a literal fortune, and she had been sitting on them for years, hoping to find a way to cultivate them.

  “I think with your skills and the density of the mana down in that cave, it has a ce of w,” Eliyen answered. And it will firm if she is a dungeon for certain. Not to mention that if they could grow them, they would have access to incredibly potent reagents for some rare elixirs now that she had a steady sourana-purified water. The Minnition potions she could make from the Mystic Bluebells were highly sought-after tanking potions and would fetch a tidy sum if she could figure out a way of getting them to the right markets. Lesser Cirvoyance was just ig on the cake. She could obviously make Elixir of Lightniance from the Arc Lilies, but it was the Rapid Striking haste potion she was betting on. Not to mention the number of things Alchemists could do with her lightning tinctures meant she would have a reliable buyer in Morwynne Fizzlebang.

  “But they’re so rare and expensive,” Basil objected, his hand shaking as he held the tiny packets of seeds.

  “I think it is worth the experiment,” Eliyen answered. If it helped unlock his css problems, that alone would be worth the cost. If she succeeded in seeding the dungeon and seg a source for these flowers, she would easily make the cost back many times over. F a smile onto her lips, she joked, “Don’t lose them down a sewer, now.”

  He clutched the packages to his chest, “No, never!”

  Eliyen sighed. Evetempt at levity had just fallen ft. “Look, you’re my apprentid we o find you a way to grow, Basil – literally and figuratively, if I may be so blunt. I really think this is for the best.”

  “Ok,” Basil said, finally relenting. “But why on Red Poppy and Forest Daisy, then? They don’t have any use or value as ingredients.”

  “Aliandra admired those from my garden, so I thought it would be a nice gift.” He didly look happy, but he was no longer actively morose. Eliyen was certain, now, that this pn would work. She just had to vince Aliandra, which should be easy, and Vivian Ross, which seemed much more challenging.

  She turned finally to the paper and the letter of introdu she o write.

  Aliandra Ali was in good spirits as she left the guild with Basil in tow. She had spent much of the m with Ryn, discussing books over tea and cookies, and when she had returo the guild, Basil had been there waiting for her – a lovely surprise.

  The worries about iating a deal with Eliyen had been hanging over her head, but she hadn’t had the time to think about it much since she had returned from Naia’s dungeon. She had been so relieved when Basil had e with a generous offer already prepared. She would get a small cut of any potions or elixirs that Eliyen and Basil made with water harvested from her ke. There rovision for Basil to pnt some varieties of wildflowers in her cavern which, if they grew properly, she should eventually be able to learn. He was also on the hook to soury iing pnts for her iure, provided the agreement was still active. It was a cuse that Malika had said might be a little too vague, but Ali decided she trusted Basil enough for it to work. I already got my Blue Mana Grass from him. Mato is good, but Basil has a css for this.

  “And so, I joihe guild,” Basil finished expining, proudly showing off his new guild ring. The pn was supposed to help Basil with his css problems, but he hadn’t mentioly what the issue was. By his obvious ay when he mentio, and the fact that he was still level one, she had to clude it must be a serious issue. The letter he had shown her expihat Eliyen wanted him to try his skills in the mana-riviro of her domain – which was simultaneously a teically detailed expnation, and ohat told her nothing about the problem, but Ali was happy if their agreement helped him too.

  Ali led him down the braaircase she had made that m using her barrier magic, repg the rope leading down from the rockfall into the cavern. It had been a trivial matter to attach the individual barrier stairs to her domain, fixing them in p the air. She had yet to enter any limit to how many barriers she could make in her domain, aainly, the glowing spiral staircase had been quite easy to struct.

  “The ke glows!” Basil excimed in awe as they arrived in the forest cavern. “What are those shining trees? And… are those new mushrooms? You have wisps here? You have to tell me everything! Uh –” spots of color leaped into his cheeks at her answering smile “– please? I don’t mean to be a bother or anything.”

  “You’re not.”

  Ali flew him down to the bank of the ke, and their excursion turned into an impromptu tour of her new light-affinity pnts and the ke itself. Ali happily agreed to let Basil collect a few of her new mushrooms and some of the Glow Moss for him to experiment with ter.

  “What will you o pnt yarden?” Ali asked. She had been overjoyed when Basil mentioned Eliyen had sent him over with an assortment of wildflower seeds. As much as she loved her trees and mushrooms, wildflowers would add a beautiful iion of color that the cavern currently cked.

  “A spot that’s not in the erhaps a small alcove or a sheltered spot he water?” Basil looked around. “It might be o have one of those trees nearby to give it light.”

  Seleg a rocky outcrop he river where it flowed into the ke, she carved out a teer-wide alcove filled with sand. Her neowerful Domain Mastery skill made the job quid easy, and she copied her previous efforts, buttressing and fortifying the edges with terraces of rod stone from her Grimoire imprint. Once she was done, she created a couple of Radiant Larch trees encirg the space, as if it were a natural clearing in a pine forest.

  A bright yellow glowing forest.

  Domain Mastery has reached level 7.

  Ooh, that will help. “How does this look, Basil?”

  “This is perfect,” Basil said, examining the space. “Do you have any preferences for what I grow? Eliyen made some seles she thought you’d like, but some of them are probably things she would want as an herbalist.”

  “Whatever you like,” Ali answered. She was just happy she would be getting some flowers. If Eliyen had selected them, they would likely be beautiful, even if they were funal too.

  “Well, this space will make a cozy garden,” Basil said. “I’ll do my best.” He k in the dirt and got to work.

  The packets and tainers of seeds he produced were meticulously beled. His maly reached out toward the ground as he began to prepare it with some of the tools he had brought. He id out the garden, choosing several different areas for each species, and then began pnting the seeds. Rather than dispg her domain, the delicate tendrils of his nature magic seemed to work with her mana to achieve their results, as if it was subtly nudging her domain to assist him.

  “Yic looks very gentle,” Ali told him, earning a shy smile from the boy, as he tinued his work.

  Finally, Basil stood up. “If this works, the pnts should grow quickly. Perhaps che them tomorrow?” Gone were any hints of ay and stress when he had discussed his css, repced with what Ali thought might be cautious optimism, or even a little flicker of hope, and a happy grin at being able to create a garden for her.

  Before Ali escorted him back to the guild, they stopped by the ke and made sure he filled up on the mana-purified water he would need for Eliyen’s potions.

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  Ali woke with a start to the sound of several chimes going off, and the bright light of her Grimoire maing on its own.

  What? It had never dohat before. She scrambled up to a seated position, finding that her Grimoire was simply floating in the air waiting for her, open to a bnk chapter. What’s going on?

  Hurriedly, she checked her notifications.

  Imprint: on Red Poppy pleted.Imprint: Forest Daisy pleted.Imprint: Mystic Bluebell (Divination) pleted.Imprint: Azure flower pleted.Imprint: Arc Lily (Lightning) pleted.Imprints merged. Imprint: Wildflower pleted.

  How?

  It took a few moments for her sleep-addled brain to ect the messages to Basil’s work from yesterday. Riding a rising sense of excitement, she skipped out of her tent, summoned her floating disk, and flew off into the forest cavern to che the garden. When she swooped ihe alcove that they had carefully prepared, the bare soil had vanished, repced with a garden of flowers in full bloom. Each se Basil had pnted had sprouted ht, bursting in a chaotic riot of different colors, a all seeming to somehow fit within a grander pattern, a property of Eliyen’s garden she had so admired. There was a grassy se with white and yellow daisies and another with a sea of red poppies. A circur patch of Azure flowers trasting the red, and off to the sides, patches of softly glowing bluebells, and sparking lilies.

  It's beautiful! I love it!

  Amazed, she stared at the ht flarden. Her domain mana flowed through the pnts as if she had created them herself. Several of the flowers were eveing their own unique mana.

  Is this the result of Basil’s skills? She still felt that she didn’t fully uand her own plex magical abilities, but having her Grimoire react to add a new imprint without needio destruything was so far out of her expectation that she was still struggling to figure out why it had even worked. Or is it because they grew from seed in my domain?

  She alighted on the ground and stepped up a little closer to examihe flowers, reizing the small patch of poppies Eliyen had in the er he gate, and the little yellow daisies led up against the oak tree she had on her path. Except, with the advantage of abundant space, her garden had many more flowers, c a broad area with color.

  This is curious, she thought, stopping in front of the patch of bluebells. Her domain mana was filtering into the pnts in the usual way, but it was being transformed inte wisps of deep violet that shimmered and shifted.

  Mystic Bluebell – Wildflower – level 5 (Divination).

  Divination? Now that she saw it, she was suddenly reminded of the feel of Ryn’s css mana. Her friend had a potent are affinity, but she had a simir sedary affinity with divination that had fasated Ali. She studied the swirling mana for a long while, w what Eliyen had been thinking to offer this flower. Divination was extraordinarily rare, and whatever this flower was, it robably a highly sought-after crafting po.

  Ali walked over to the other side to examine another curiosity. Small groups of lilies had sprouted, softly glowing with the silvery-white mana of her shamans. Every now and then, tiny little arcs of electricity would flicker, coalesg and crawling along the lilies before dripping to the ground and dissipating in a shower of tiny sparks. Ouch. Pity the person who tries to pick those!

  Arc Lily – Wildflower – level 3 (Lightning).

  She pohe ued imprints for a while, before opening her Grimoire and rec a neter for the wildflowers. It was clear that Eliyen’s sele had been masterfully chosen. She had provided a beautiful array of flowers that Ali immediately fell in love with, and she must have seen it as an opportunity to use Ali to grow something difficult that would be her herbalism craft at the same time.

  Oh – she’s using me! Massagiomach as the realization seemed to slither around in her gut, Ali sidered the implications – it did seem in character for the scheming Wood Elf – but Ali found that she didn’t mind being used like this. I’m getting the better end of the deal. She had only wanted something pretty, and Eliyen’s seles were all perfect. The potential be of growing and selling the flowers was well above and beyond what she had asked for – and cooperating with Eliyen’s scheme would be her, too.

  Whatever the expnation was, they were all geous and it was with a rush of excitement that she returo their camp and began to explore her new flowers by making them fill in little gaps among the moss and trees.

  Basil Basil sat bolt upright in bed with a start and no small amount of panic, the sound of his notification chimes going off stantly.

  He gnced around anxiously for any clue to the source of the otion. All he found was the quiet darkness of his room in the middle of the night. Eliyen was out in the garden, as usual.

  Everything seems… normal?

  With no small amount of trepidation, he opened his notifications.

  Dungeon Herbalist has reached level 3 (+2).+20 attribute points.

  Domain Cultivation has reached level 3 (+2).Dungeon Flora has reached level 2.Adventurous Collector has reached level 2.

  Basil stared, stupefied as he read through the notificatioled there in his mind-garden. The shining wleamed brightly, and the climbing roses were already twining through the letters, blossoming with new growth and fresh buds. It took him a few moments to even realize that these were notifications about css and skill increases – his new css and skills.

  Did I level up? I did!

  A surge of happiness aement made his heartbeat qui as he began to uand the significe of the notifications.

  I don’t have to repce my css! If that was even possible. But he was most certainly no louck at level one.

  But… what does this even mean?

  His css was a dungeoed css, that had beeire problem in the first pce, and the main reason why Eliyen was mad at him. He couldn’t level up because his css required that he earn his experien a dungeon. The thought percoted through his still sleep-muddled mind for a few moments with a sense of rising arm.

  Ali’s in dahat cavern must be a dungeon!

  He sprang from his bed and rushed for the door, smming it open. “We have to help Ali!” he shouted to the surprised Eliyen. “There’s a dungeon down there! She’s in danger!”

  He looked at the calm face of Eliyen as she just sat patiently – as if waiting for something. Like she did when he was being particurly deh his studies, and he had missed something obvious.

  Puzzled, he paused and took a breath, and his mind caught up. He had watched Ali excavate the flarden in minutes, and she had created all the trees around it. Stone and rock had flowed like water to her whim and design. It had been her mana he had sensed sly in the forest cavern.

  “Ali… is the dungeon?” he whispered, barely able to vocalize the thought as the terrifying realization suddenly sunk in. “That’s why you wanted me to try my skills in her forest.” Everything Eliyen had set up suddenly made sehe offer of the wildflarden, the choice of rare dungeon pnts, joining the guild, his css…

  Eliyen smiled a small smile and him. “I hope you also realize why you ot tell anyone about this?”

  He opened his mouth to speak and then shut it again. What will happen to her if people find out? He didn’t have to answer his owion, he khe answer, and it wasn’t a pleasant thought.

  “You ot tell her you kher.”

  That took him by surprise. “I trust her.” Whatever she was, Ali had been kind to him; she had even helped save him from those Goblins. He owed her his life.

  “She seems to be ho and straightforward,” Eliyen said. “But anyone knowing her secret is a real risk to her life. And she must know that.”

  Basil shifted unfortably. I don’t like this. The implications gave him the chills. Would Ali really kill me to keep her secret? He couldn’t imagihat from the kind Fae he knew, but then again, he hadn’t known she was a dungeon all along.

  Eliyen paused and gave him a signifit look.

  “You are level three now. You have just demonstrated that an alternative path exists for your development. Allied with a cooperating dungeon, you could advance quickly. I would still reeing your css in favor of a more normal one, but there is a real danger of wreg your adva permaly. In the end, it’s your choice. You must decide how much you trust Aliandra because you will be depe oo level up – at least, until you gain enough strength to stand on your own. At least as a member of the Adventurers Guild, you will eventually have other options to level with them when they delve into other… less friendly dungeons.”

  Her voice softened a bit. “I have never seen such cooperatioween an herbalist and a dungeon. I must admit I’m curious to see what could e of it. It’s a big risk, but I will support whichever decision you make.”

  Eliyen is right, it is a huge risk.

  Basil sat with all the flid uainty in his heart for a long while. Not being able to ask Ali rankled – it made him feel like he was using his friend. However, his thoughts kept returning to the happy smile he had seen on Ali’s face when she showed him her ree, and when he expined he could grow flowers in the garden, and he knew what his choice would be.

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