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Marguerite
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2026-08-27 09:00:50Enzo found Isabella in the estate's small chapel again, the same place she seemed to gravitate toward whenever the weight of the last two weeks became too heavy to carry anywhere else, and he sat down beside her without a word, the silence between them stretching long enough that Isabella finally turned to look at him.
The chapel was small, built decades before Isabella was born, wooden pews worn smooth by generations of a family that had always understood, in its own complicated way, the
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