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Chapter 211

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Elara stood by the café window, half-empty cup in her hands, staring at the street where the sun splintered off the pavement.

The news hit her like a weight she hadn’t expected. Monet—her sister, the one person she had ever tried to reconcile the fractured pieces of herself with—was gone.

Gone without a word, without a backward glance.

Her chest tightened. She wanted to be angry. She wanted to call, to text, to scream.

But there was nothing. Just emptiness, punctuated by the faint buzz of life around her. The street vendors hawking fruit, a dog barking at a passing motorbike, and children laughing somewhere down the block.

The world continued in its indifferent rhythm. Indifferent to the lonely woman looking into her coffee with her heart around her ankles.

Elara pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to will the ache away. She blamed Monet, of course.

She always did. Monet had been born first, had been the reason Stephanie—beautiful, brilliant, fractured Stepha
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