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Chapter 89 – A Shadowed Path

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After an emotional farewell to Jor, the long drive back to the villa felt steeped in a suffocating silence.

The moment I stepped out of the car, the warm, salty air that had once felt so welcoming now carried a chilling sense of desolation. I stood on the sprawling terrace, a place where Atticus and I had shared so many nights, and the beauty of the scene, the gentle, rhythmic lapping of the river against the shore and the soothing green expanse of the forest, wa
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