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Chapter 126

Auteur: Tesslane
last update Date de publication: 2026-09-01 22:15:51

Ruthanne died peacefully the following spring, at home, surrounded by Wren Isabella, Isabella, and Isabella's own young daughter, four generations gathered together for the same gentle, honest transition that had carried nearly every remarkable person this family had loved before her.

"I want to tell you something," she told Wren Isabella, in her final lucid hours, her voice weak but her eyes carrying the same steady technical clarity that had defined her entire remarkable career. "I've had the
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