The Cursed
The golden light bathed her face, chasing away the lingering shadows in her heart.
For a brief, blissful instant, she dared to believe the lost soul had finally left her.
A soft smile curved her lips as her gaze drifted to the great acacia tree standing sentinel in the yard. Its broad leaves shimmered, drinking in the same life-giving sunlight. Just like her, the old tree stood tall after the long night, drawing strength from the dawn, reaching higher with every new day.
In that shared moment of quiet grace, Eloise felt a fragile peace settle over her—a small but precious reminder that even the deepest curses might one day yield to light.
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