The Reunion
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The letter arrived on a Monday.

Sophie was in her office at the Phoenix Center when her assistant brought it in—a thick envelope, cream-colored, with no return address. Just her name, written in elegant handwriting she didn't recognize.

She opened it.

Inside was an invitation.

You are cordially invited to the first annual reunion of the Phoenix Center for Community Renewal. All residents, volunteers, staff, and family members—past and present—are welcome to attend.

Date: June 15th

Location: The
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