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Chapter 229: The Anniversary

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We didn't plan to celebrate.

That was the thing about surviving something like we'd survived—the anniversaries snuck up on you. One morning you woke up and realized that a year had passed since the broadcast. A year since Geneva. A year since Thorne's arrest.

A year since we'd stopped running.

Celeste was in the garden when I found her, kneeling in the dirt, her hands covered in soil. She'd expanded her domain over the past twelve months—the roses had multiplied, the lavender had spread, and a
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