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Chapter 11: The Echo of a Phantom

Author: Hannie
last update publish date: 2026-07-20 09:39:18

​Isabella's POV

​I didn't know why I woke up crying.

​There was no sudden nightmare to shake me awake, no jarring noise cutting through the stillness of the room, no conscious memory rising up to haunt me. Just silent, heavy tears tracking down my cheeks before my eyes had even adjusted to the soft morning light filtering through the sheer curtains.

​For a long minute, I lay completely still, staring up at the intricate crown molding of the ceiling. The world was quiet. The sun cast long, warm
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