HOÀN THÀNH
The Last Seed Keeper
The seed fit neatly in the palm of Khe Mien's hand, smaller than a grain of rice, dark brown with a few pale yellow streaks like ash that had not yet cooled completely. It was so light that she was afraid that just breathing hard would be enough to blow it away, but when Co Diem Ninh closed her thin fingers around her hand, maintaining that position, Khe Mien suddenly felt that the small object was as heavy as a stone. "What do you think it is?" the old woman asked, her voice hoarse but still understanding every word. "A seed." Khe Mien replied, a bit confused because the question seemed so obvious...
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