Chapter 9 Memories That Weren't My Own

Elodie

Sleep came in pieces. Not restful. Not peaceful. Dreams tugged at me just beyond reach, slipping away whenever I tried to grasp them. Memories that weren’t my own.

A warm wind brushed across my skin, carrying the scent of wildflowers. Lavender and grass bent in the breeze as I twirled baref...

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