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Chapter 24: Flight to her

The garden was unusually quiet that morning.

The sunlight filtered through the tall gulmohar trees, casting scattered amber on the soft grass where Eraya sat with her knees folded beneath her. Her dupatta fluttered gently in the breeze, fingers mindlessly plucking at the delicate petals of a marigold she'd pulled from the bush beside her.

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