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Chapter 208 - Cello’s Inheritance

Author: Florence Su
last update publish date: 2025-12-12 09:58:55

Absentminded, I pulled at a strand of dried river grass, the brittle fibers snapping between my fingers.

Calla’s concern hit harder than I wanted to admit, stirring a thought I’d been trying to outrun. Would Zara simply move on if I stayed away long enough?

And then, all at once, the truth settled over me.

The fierce, clawing possessiveness that had gripped me days ago wasn’t there anymore. It had bled out of me, replaced by a cold, steady ache th
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