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¬Abella 

Three weeks later. 

I flip the page of my book, listening to the sweet singing voices of the birds around me. 

Things are lonely here, but in a good way. The day I left Thought’s estate, I collected enough of my things, and took a train to an unknown location. I’m somewhere far enough away for me to feel comfortable, giving me enough space to think. I’ve booked myself in an inn surrounded by a small, quaint town. I’ve spoken to very little people, ben under a fake name, and haven’t mentioned once where I’ve come from. 

I haven’t heard from Noah, Cian or Stace for these past few