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filled it with plants, books, art, and warmth.
After dinner, Luca handed her an envelope.
Inside was a deed transfer.
The northern Wisconsin estate.
The place where she had first learned what Luca truly was.
“It’s yours,” he said. “Legally. No strings.”
“Why?”
“Because you need something entirely yours.”
Later, in the unfinished community center, surrounded continue reading …
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