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Elena & Enzo Chapter 10

Author: Samantha Ely
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Elena - A few months after the fall of Cipher

Peace arrived without ceremony.

No announcement. No sudden exhale from the world. Just the slow realization that I could wake up without reaching for contingency plans first. That my phone stayed quiet. That the guards rotated with routine instead of urgency. That the house—this massive, echoing Moretti estate—felt lived in again rather than braced for impact.

It unsettled me more than war ever had.

I’d been raised on vigilance. On preparation. On t
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