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Chapter 72: Broken Bridges

Auteur: JDHWS
last update Date de publication: 2025-10-04 21:01:57

The Letter’s Weight

It was Lena who brought the letter.

“Elara,” she said softly, stepping into the room, “this came with the morning post. It has your name on it.”

Elara froze when she saw the envelope. The handwriting was painfully familiar, neat and looping. Clara Weston. Once her closest friend, almost like a sister. Memories of late-night study sessions, whispered secrets, and laughter in university courtyards flooded her mind. Clara had been one of the very few who had ever stood by her w
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