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CHAPTER TEN

Penulis: Zoe Daniels
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-01 14:21:56

Evelyn’s POV

It doesn't look real.

It is breathtaking. Beautiful in every ramification.

The carriage wheels creak as we continue down the mountain path. My eyes stay on the view, willing myself not to blink so as to not miss it. My entire being itch for a blank canvas and some watercolours to capture the horizon stretched out before me.

I lean closer to the window, “It’s beautiful,” I murmur, almost to myself.

Pip peeks out from the folds of my scarf, “You said that already,” she says with a s
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