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𓆙 CHAPTER THREE: wildflower!
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The sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets of the Capitol, where laughter danced through the air like a fleeting whisper. Kyra stood at the grand door of the Snow residence, a bouquet clutched in her trembling hands.
The smell of jasmine and freshly cut lilies filled the air around her, mingling with the sharp bite of autumn. Snow's gifts had been overwhelming - silks, perfumes, glittering jewels - but it was the flowers that unsettled her the most. White roses, their petals immaculate, almost too perfect, as if hiding something rotten beneath their beauty. She traced her finger over one of the soft petals, a reminder of the proposition that loomed over her like a gathering storm.
