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Chapter 93: The Fantasy Falls

作者: Dzifa
last update 公開日: 2026-04-23 19:02:45

Weeks passed on the island, marked by sunrises and sunsets, by the rhythm of tides and the slow healing of wounds both visible and hidden. Elara spent her days exploring, sketching, and learning the contours of this place that had become her refuge. She climbed to the island's highest peak and looked out at the endless sea. She waded in tidal pools and watched small creatures live their small lives. She sat in the cave of paintings and studied the hands that had come before, trying to understan
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