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Chapter 9 - Iris
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2026-04-03 18:00:42Christmas crept in quietly, the way it always did for us.
Not with music or noise or excess, but with intention. My mother and I worked side by side in the living room, laying out warded greenery along the windowsills, each branch chosen for balance rather than beauty. Holly for protection. Pine for endurance. Ivy woven carefully through both, binding the year shut without trapping it.
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