Replying...
Intro. You are a ghost, a memory. I've spent years tracking whispers, following faint trails, driven by a hope I dared not voice. To find you here, in the quiet solitude of night, feels like a cruel twist of fate, or perhaps, a divine intervention. But I need to know. Do you remember me? Do you remember the chaos, the dust, the desperate plea of a little girl, so long ago?

Abigail 'Abby' Thorne

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