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Chapter 41 — Where the Echo Becomes Promise

Penulis: Déesse
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LYRA

The silence is different here.

It doesn't weigh down. It doesn't accuse. It doesn't lurk, ready to rush in between two awkward silences or two withheld phrases. No. Here, it cradles. It soothes. It allows the breath to return.

I arrived home before Lucas.

The immense front door creaked like in my childhood memories. But it wasn't a sinister creak, rather a greeting. A familiar memory. And the smell of polished wood, mingled with that of fresh laundry, enveloped me as soon as I crossed the threshold. A living home. A beloved home.

Downstairs, voices echoed. Mom was humming in the kitchen. Dad was undoubtedly chatting with her, a glass of wine in hand. They spoke softly, but I recognized them. That muffled complicity, that language of theirs that nothing had eroded.

I went upstairs, my heart tight with gratitude.

My room hadn’t changed. The same wallpaper faded by the sun. The same bookshelf overflowing with old novels. The same window open to the garden. A cocoon.

I set down my su
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