The Quiet Rebuild

The penthouse was bathed in the soft gray light of late morning, the clouds outside thinning to reveal a pale, hesitant sun. Valerie sat cross-legged on the couch, a mug of tea cradled in her hands, its steam curling up in delicate tendrils, carrying the faint scent of chamomile and honey. The r...

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