EDINA POVI crouched as another child handed me a daisy crown, a little crooked but still intact.“For you,” she whispered, shy but proud.I took it, my throat tightening. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”“You’re very shiny,” said a wraith boy nearby, blinking up at me. “Your eyes are strange.”“Wraith manners are a work in progress,” Feena called over her shoulder, already busy sorting a stack of medicine bundles. “Just nod and smile.”I did exactly that.We walked farther in, weaving through the small village paths where homes were carved into trees, nestled into earth, or floating just above shallow ponds on lily-thick waters. Some homes had ropes of bones and herbs hanging from the doors. Others had polished glass beads and old starlight charms.And the more I saw, the more I understood.They couldn’t leave.This place wasn’t just a home. It was their body. Their breath.The trees bent toward them like guardians. The air shimmered differently here, thick with earth-magic. Wraiths ling
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