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Kaz stopped as a dark shape appeared among the trees. A cottage. Here the sense of strange-yet-familiar she'd experienced with the shed was non-existent, everything, every detail, struck her mind as if it had only been yesterday... the simple wooden exterior, the gray-blue roof, the tree beside the door. Kaz remembered her mother planting the tree. It had been small and had not grown well, she has been afraid it would die. But Elsara had persevered, watering and caring for the tree, and now, long after her death, the tree had grown into a slender birch, taller than the cottage, the light filtering green through the new leaves. Kaz walked under the birch, seeing the small mark she'd carved there, so long ago. It had grown, as well, thinned out it seemed. Opening the old green door, paint flaking, she stepped inside.
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