The snowdrops came early that year, pushing their way through cold soil like tiny heralds. No one claimed to plant them. Some said it was a sign. Others a warning. But for the women of the Society, it was a promise. The first bloom of defiance. Grace that thrived in silence. Strength hidden in softness.
Their necklaces—silver, weightless but firm, with beads the colour of winter’s breath—weren’t meant to draw attention. They were meant to remember. A chain not of burden, but of bond. A secret garland for those who guard the edges, and the stories that bloom just before spring.
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