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she was living in that very house, behind those very gates.
Caleb did not rush. He did not hesitate. This time he was not the one being left behind.
He knocked firmly on the heavy front door.
Mara opened it. For a moment, she did not recognize him. Then her face went pale.
“Caleb?”
She looked different. Her clothes were expensive, her hair carefully styled.continue reading …
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