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the scent of lake water followed nazli as she made her rounds from altar to altar. she thought it was certainly a trick of her mind, a memory of her horrible time among the Greatwater wolves, nothing more.

the previous foray in to the meadow, where she had been stalked, was not far from her mind either; but she focused on her work, at least for a while.

reeds and dried flowers, crushed now, were wedged against a wide flat stone, where they became a fragrant paste.

whatever it was she worked on, nazli was engrossed.