
The rain had begun like a whisper—soft, almost gentle. But now it lashed against the windows of Neel's hill cabin, a violent orchestra of thunder, lightning, and memories.
He hadn’t expected her to show up.
The rain had begun like a whisper—soft, almost gentle. But now it lashed against the windows of Neel's hill cabin, a violent orchestra of thunder, lightning, and memories.
He hadn’t expected her to show up.
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