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It was like the moment before a sneeze, a pressure behind her eyes, a ringing in her ears. She saw— felt —a flash of something: a cobblestone street in the rain. A man in a gray coat, turning a corner. The smell of bread and coal smoke.

And then the world shifted .

Elara lifted the rose from the box. The stem was real—rough, green, with a single thorn that pricked her thumb. A bead of blood welled up, bright as a new penny. forever roses

She pricked her finger again.