The car rolled to a soft stop in front of the towering gates.
The same iron curves. The same gravel crunches beneath the tires. The same towering white mansion that had once watched her fall apart in silence. Evelyn stepped out, the wind brushing against her skin like a ghost from the past. She inhaled. Not shakily. Not fearfully. Just… deeply. As if trying to take in the newness of something old.
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