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The Send Off

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Kol

The estate was buzzing with movements and activities. Servants hung soft cream and gold streamers around the garden where the farewell would be held. Tables were being set with food and drink. Soft music filled the air from the young harpist Elias had arranged. It was more than just a goodbye. It was a tribute to one of our best healers.

I stood in the arch of the hallway, crossing my arms as I watched the workers below.

“She deserves this,” I muttered to myself.

From behind me, I heard light footsteps. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was.

“You’re going all out,” Aria said softly.

I looked at her, taking in the way her arms folded across her chest and how her eyes refused to meet mine.

“It’s the least I can do,” I said.

Aria nodded slowly. “It just feels like... a lot. And fast. You’ve barely spoken to me since she told you she was leaving.”

I sighed. “Because I’ve had a lot to organise. It’s not like she’s dying, Aria. She’s just... going.”

She flinched.

“Is this jealousy?”
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