For centuries, the Great Oak had stood at the edge of the Whispering Woods, its roots diving deep into secrets older than the stars. But it wasn't until Elara found the silver key in the creek that the door in the roots finally appeared.
"You're late for tea, Elara," a voice rasped from a high-backed chair made of woven willow. 00FE9511-78EA-49E4-A96C-66E53CACB38F.jpeg
"I didn't know I was invited," Elara whispered, clutching the silver key. For centuries, the Great Oak had stood at