Chapter 81 Shadows In The Morning Light
- Hera's Point of View
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- The air in our new home was crisp and light, tinged with the earthy scent of the forest that stretched around us for miles. Each morning, I’d wake to birdsong and the quiet rustling of leaves, a lullaby of peace that had become foreign in the chaos we left behind. Here, nestled in the folds of a mountain village in Colombia, I felt more at ease than I had in years.