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The Memories She Carries

Penulis: Mayemura Special
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Arla-Rosa adjusted the grip on her suitcase handle. The courtyard behind her was empty, save for Master Ye seated on the stone bench beneath the ancient ginkgo tree. She hesitated, not because of doubt, but because of the finality in her next step.

This time, she would not return until her mission was complete. “You’ve packed light,” Master Ye said, his tone unreadable. She allowed herself a thin smile. “I travel with only what I need.” “Even memories?” Her jaw tightened at that.

Master Ye always saw too much. Even when she tried to bury it all. The grief, the regret, and the longing. Yet they floated to the surface in his presence. She turned halfway, the mist curling around her boots. “Some things can’t be left behind.”

His gaze didn’t waver. “Then remember this, there is more to living than reclaiming what’s lost. Do not chase ghosts, Arla.” Ghosts. That’s what they called dreams in a world that no longer made sense. But she did not say that. Instead, she offered him a respectful b
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