Please, Mr Giordano
It was the brook.
A small, winding stream tucked away in a secluded corner of the property, hidden by tall trees and thick foliage. The water was crystal clear, flowing gently over smooth stones, its soft murmur filling the air with a soothing melody. I stood there for what felt like hours, lost in its serene beauty.
How had he created this Brook? Or was it natural?
For the first time in years, I felt… at peace. Away from the stifling walls of this mansion, away from Lucien's unpredictable temper and Athena’s taunts. Here, by the brook, it was just me and the gentle flow of water.
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