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The Gardener of Slow Light
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Mira's hands shook, so she grabbed a tablet and started recording everything. As she filmed, the vines shifted again — and this time they spelled something. Not words exactly, but a shape, an arrow made of leaves, pointing straight down toward the floor panels. Toward the level below, where no one was supposed to go.
Mira pried up the floor panels where the leafy arrow pointed. Underneath, nestled in old soil, was a small lockbox with her name on it. Inside lay a handful of seeds that glowed faintly and a note from her grandmother: "These grow toward home, not toward stars. Plant them when you're ready to leave Veil behind." Mira held them tight.
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