| 14 | Fragments of Familiarity

◈ Celia ◈

I stand in front of the mirror, my fingers trembling slightly as I clasp the delicate silver chain around my neck. The cross pendant settles just below my collarbone, the metal cool against my skin. It was a gift from my father on my 16th birthday, a family heirloom that had once belo...

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