Chapter 50 Echoes of the First

Ivy Sinclair POV

Sleep found me easily.

Keeping it…

Was another matter.

The moment my eyes closed, I found myself standing beneath the ancient willow once again.

Moonlight poured through the silver leaves.

The air smelled of rain.

Of old magic.

Of home.

Only…

This time…

I wasn’t alone.

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