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Chapter 65: Among Strangers

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The air outside the estate felt heavier than Elara remembered.

For two days she had hidden in her room, her body curled around notebooks and tears, clinging to the ember of strength she had fought to keep alive. But now Lena stood in her doorway, arms crossed, determination in her eyes.

“You can’t stay locked up forever,” Lena said. “The longer you hide, the more you let Cassidy win. Come with me.”

Elara’s heart thudded painfully. “Where?”

“Into town. Just for groceries.” Lena held up two canva
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