[Novel] Waves: “Dew wobbled on the weeds where sprouts should have been waking to the new day of the Renewal Season of the Tree.”

[Novel] Waves: The land rippled and spasmed but made no sense. Dew wobbled on the weeds where sprouts should have been waking to the new day of the Renewal Season of the Tree. But the villagers hadn’t even tilled the soil, yet. They were too busy sifting through the past that lay around the old square.

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