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Chapter 122: The Timber Frame and the South Meadow
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2026-11-03 01:52:43Zara’s POV
By the second week of November, the last brilliant leaves of crimson and amber had fallen from the high white oaks, carpeting the forest floor in a thick, fragrant rust-colored blanket.The air across the Ramapo Valley had acquired that thin, crystalline quality that always heralded the coming of the deep mountain freeze. High above the ridge, the sky was a striking, cloudless porcelain blue, and the morning sun glinted off the frosty granite outcroppings with a s
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