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Morwen taught the history, Seren told the stories, Iriel and Kaelen taught the anchor ability.
A new student arrived in the depths of winter.
She was young, perhaps twelve, with pale hair and grey eyes that seemed to hold the winter sky. Her name was Winter, and she had traveled from the far north, where the gold flowers grew in the ice.
"The watcher called me," Winter said, standing at the garden gate. "It said there was work for me here."
Morwen studied her. There was something familiar about Winter—not in her face, but in the quality of her attention. The same intensity Morwen had seen in Clara, in Seren, in all the witnesses who had come to the garden afraid and stayed anyway.
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