Peace at last
The two cousins sat in silence for a while, sipping their tea slowly. Around them, the house seemed to breathe with history, its walls carrying the weight of generations. Emma felt the confusion that had burdened her ease gently from her shoulders. For so long she had been chasing fragments, but now the pieces fit together. She wasn’t staring into a mystery anymore—she was holding something complete, something solid, right here.
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