“Does your heart yearn for your absent spouse?” Roland approached and took a seat nearby.

Millie’s cheeks flushed with color in response to his words.

“If only I were that fortunate soul.” He sighed, a pang of longing evident in his voice.

“Do not utter such words,” Millie protested softly, plucking a willow leaf from the ground and absently twisting it between her fingers.

In the quiet of the previous night, she was ensnared once more by a haunting nightmare. Within its clutches, she found herself traversing the corridors of a shadowed abyss, a place devoid of light and warmth.

In her dream, there was no sun to be found, and the familiar faces of those she knew were absent. In this shadowed realm, Marcus coughed up a gush of blood before her, and she wept inconsolably.

The burden of the dream cast a pall over her day, lingering like a specter at her side.

hush of her grandmother’s slumber, Millie ventured

heart felt as if it were split in two, with one half in Preagend and the other

the culprit behind my grandmother’s

cut through the

shake of the

Angela’s Library

chose to execute the act within this pastoral refuge, demonstrating a cunning

furrowed

I cannot depart

document in his grasp, each page

the president’s sanctum, Shera lingered, a yearning to enter

the hour of departure has arrived. Why haven’t you departed yet?” Trenton returned, his steps accompanied by

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