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Hiding her face in the pillow, she closed her eyes. To all my lovely and silent readers, who are reading it, please let me know your review how do you find it so far. Hope you enjoy reading it. Looking forward to your reviews. Thank you

Bethel stood still, staring on. Dear readers, Endeavor to drop your thoughts after every read. Support my book as well. Thank you.

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The window is still correct. To the readers who have attended this novel through its three hundred and one chapters: you have been in the correct position – the attending witness, the person who has held the space. The correspondence is the correspondence between the novel and the reader as well as between the practice and its correspondents. Without the reader the section is only a drawing. The bench at the end of this book is for you. It is still the point of the correspondence. You have arrived at it from the attended reading. Sit for a moment before you leave.

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The fourth book entered the world in May. Not with ceremony — none of the books entered with ceremony. With the specific quality of a thing that has been ready and is now available. The publisher handled the rest. She attended one conversation with a journalist, answered three questions with the precision the questions deserved, and returned to the practice.

And the presence that had waited through every threshold finally moved. Not toward Emma. Not toward Ethan. Toward mutual encounter. Toward a meeting neither side could complete alone. And just before that first true encounter became visible— the presence did something no architecture, principle, or horizon had ever done before. It reached back.

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