Frostbound Harvest

"It sprouted!" Harper murmured, a quiet shock in her voice.

In this frozen, snow-cursed wasteland, that tiny speck of green was worth more than anything.

She had no clue why the wheat had shot up so fast. "Okay, okay—time to feed you."

Harper pulled a bag of plant food from her inventory, mixed it with water right in the bucket, and gently sprinkled the solution around the fragile little shoots.

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