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Chapter 83: Shattered Origins

作者: David Writes
last update 公開日: 2026-04-07 05:46:52

Mariella’s POV

I stood on the balcony, staring aimlessly into the golden red evening sky. I had gone through my fair share of ups and downs in the course of my life. And despite seeing a lot more bad days than good, I felt happy most of the time. Happy when I remembered my dad.

We didn't spend much time together, but the little time we did spend together was the happiest day of my life.

Even when I lost him and had to become a nun at the convent, I remember certain nights when I would just lo
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