Zara stared at the letter, her hands trembled so badly that she almost dropped the letter into the snow. For a long moment, she couldn't bring herself to read the again again, it wasn't possible. Her grandmother had died fifteen years ago, that was what she believed all this while. She still remembered standing beside the small grave with dirt under her fingernails because she'd insisted on helping. She remembered the rain that refused to stop falling. She remembered wondering why the world could keep moving when hers had just ended. So how... How was she holding a letter written for this exact moment? "Zara." Kael's voice was gentle. "Come back inside." She shook her head. "I need to read it." The Watcher hadn't moved, it just stood there, its eyes fixed directly on Zara. Zara unfolded the rest of the letter. * * * * * * "My dearest Zara, If you're reading this, then I have failed. I prayed you would never have to carry what our family has carried. I prayed I could tak
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