Elara The days that followed passed with an unsettling kind of calm. For weeks, I had grown accustomed to looking over my shoulder. Every unfamiliar car, every anonymous message, every stranger who lingered a second too long had become part of my daily routine. Then, suddenly… Nothing. No threatening envelopes.No suspicious vehicles parked outside buildings I visited.No unfamiliar faces appear more than once. The silence should have been comforting. Instead, it felt carefully arranged. Whoever had been watching me hadn’t simply lost interest. People willing to invest that much effort rarely walked away without a reason. No. They had changed their approach.That possibility stayed with me far more than any anonymous warning ever had. I refused to mistake silence for safety.Instead, I became even more disciplined.I varied my routes whenever I left the penthouse.I limited my appearances in public unless they served a purpose. Conversations remained brief and polite. The less
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