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... of the Valeora River.
The village was silent, with only the sound of crickets and the whisper of the wind rustling through the rice fields.
Jeanne sat on the small dock she usually visited with Caelan.
She wore a simple soft blue dress—far from the robes of Continuum she used to wear.
In her lap, a wildflower picked by the village children earlier that morning.
With the gentle night breeze brushing against her face, Jeanne felt a calmness she rarely experi ...
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