Chapter 652
Author: Youngblood
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Steven's footsteps were heavy on the worn path as he approached the cottage. The old wooden door creaked open before he could knock, revealing a woman who seemed to have been waiting for this moment for decades.

"Steven O'Connor," she said, her voice soft but steady. "I knew you'd come one day. I've been waiting."

Steven's throat tightened. "You know who I am?"

"I know exactly who you are." She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. "Come in. There's much to tell."

Steven stepped into the
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    Steven's footsteps were heavy on the worn path as he approached the cottage. The old wooden door creaked open before he could knock, revealing a woman who seemed to have been waiting for this moment for decades. "Steven O'Connor," she said, her voice soft but steady. "I knew you'd come one day. I've been waiting."Steven's throat tightened. "You know who I am?""I know exactly who you are." She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. "Come in. There's much to tell."Steven stepped into the cottage, his eyes scanning the modest home—worn furniture, shelves lined with old books, the faint scent of lavender and woodsmoke. It was a place that felt frozen in time, a sanctuary of memories.Margaret settled into a worn armchair, her hands folded in her lap. Steven sat across from her, his heart pounding.Steven's hands trembled as he reached into his jacket, pulling out the worn photograph he had carried with him for years. It was a picture of Helsin—young, vibrant, her dark hair falling

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