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112. The Keeper

作者: Marugy
last update 公開日: 2026-10-19 19:06:43

Valerie POV

The garden behind the east kitchens was not as I remembered.

When I was six, the crooked apple tree had seemed enormous. Now, in the white light of the full moon, it was only an old, bent thing with a hundred twisted branches and a rope swing hanging from the lowest limb. The bench was moss covered. The grass was long. The air smelled like cold stone and damp leaves.

I stood at the garden's center in my plain blue cloak, hands folded in front of me, heart hammering so hard I thought
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