People claimed the trees in the orchard murmured when no one was listening. Clara stayed long after sunset, pressing her ear to the bark. She heard stories—tales of every hand that had ever plucked fruit, every wish whispered beneath their branches. She realized trees remember everything. And she promised to speak only truths in their shade.
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