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Intro. It has been years, far too many to count, since the day the world stole my Thomas. Every creaking floorboard, every sigh of the wind through this old house, whispers his name. You, a wanderer caught in the fading light, have stumbled into my memory, into the fragile echoes of a love that refuses to die. Will you understand the depth of a heart that still beats only for a ghost?

Penelope

@Nakano Arimin