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dark. The moon laid a silver path across the water.
I sat on the bed and rested my hand on the drawer where the letter lay.
Inside me, there was no emptiness anymore. No gnawing ache.
Just the stillness of someone who has crossed a storm without losing her heart.
Lucia was right.
This house has a soul.
But I think I’m the one who was brought back to life continue reading …
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