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CHAPTER 41 The Second Goodbye
Author: CreativeMind
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The afternoon was quiet, but not peaceful.

The kind of quiet that waited.

The kind that listened.

Aderonke stepped out of the carriage slowly, her fingers brushing against the polished wood before she let go. The driver said nothing as she moved away. He did not need to. This part of the city was not where she was expected to linger.

Yet she had come anyway.

The street looked the same.

Worn earth. Narrow paths. Low walls that had seen too many seasons. The air carried familiar scents—wood smoke
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