It was Elara, a young Trunk-Keeper, who stood in the central plaza where the three levels met.
The used their knowledge of the earth to dig deep, redirected a distant, forgotten underground spring back toward the tree’s base. It was Elara, a young Trunk-Keeper, who stood
One summer, the Great Drought hit. For months, not a single drop of rain fell. It was Elara
Finally, the Great Tree itself began to lean. Its leaves turned gray, failing to provide shade to the roots below. The ground cracked, and the Root-Tenders found themselves baking in the very earth that used to protect them. a young Trunk-Keeper
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कविता कृष्णामूर्ति
अभिजीत भट्टाचार्य
हेमा सरदेसाई
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