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The Length of Forgiveness

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The light didn’t blind her. It didn’t burn. It simply held her, soft and impossible, as Eliana walked forward.

She expected her steps to echo. They didn’t.

The hallway had no walls, no ceiling—only a path of pale stone suspended over nothing, leading toward the figure at the end. Eliana’s breath came in shallow bursts, not from exertion, but from the crushing weight of hope. She was terrified to hope. Hope had always been followed by the sound of screeching tires.

The figure turned.

It was Maya
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