Zara is sitting on the Mansion's lawn, her knees drawn up and her arms around them, looking down the easy slope towards the lake. Her brief hair is blowing in the first of the spring winds, the warmer ones that come around the corner of March and make you wish everything was growing, but it's not time yet. She has a stone in one hand, and her feet
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