Fading Spirit
Her survival instincts had kicked in, a primal force driving her into the wilderness. But a question lingered – would she ever be the same again? The echo of Mathew’s laughter, the soothing cadence of his voice, his comforting presence – all seemed like fading memories. As the months and years passed, Nia’s recollection of Mathew became a phantom ache. She longed for her human guardian, but…
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