Celeste Freeman

  • 14. The Storm After a Calm

    The letter arrived on a cold, dreary afternoon. The thick, official-looking envelope stood out among the usual junk mail, its presence ominous. Lua’s hands trembled slightly as she tore it open, her heart already sinking with a sense of foreboding. The words on the page blurred as she read them, but their meaning was unmistakable:

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