Reborn in Havenwood: A Preserver's Revenge

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through the wind

htmare played out, wa

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l Preserve-Making Championship,

of the Sterling Orchards famil

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a had innocently told Sa

ing Champion would marry Beau St

s and manipulat

sabotaged Elara' s wagon on the w

Vermont air. She was alive.

gone, replaced

rotect herself. She wo

st move

e by the river,

aid, her voice c

f surprise in her eyes. "

estival," Elara said, a small

," Sadie said, but

pete this year," Elara lied smoothly.

ste color her tone when

a subtle straightening.

. Sterling, she' d want someone more... traditional for him,

t for a moment,

?" Sadie asked, a ne

old those traditions. It wouldn' t be right for someone like me, who just lik

reading across her face. "M

htful expression. "Maybe

"It would su

g in her step, a gleam

atched

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rt of Havenwood. Winning meant s

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knew Sad

wn' s eyes on her. Her rebirth, tho

ore observant. Som

, worried. Her father, the may

hispers. She had

nt from her grandmothe

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find it. Her plan, her