The Hearth's Unholy Secret
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said it w
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the dog, against all
at she felt, not even Ch
was di
elt t
Chloe felt a shado
pirit would lift, almost like she
en bird, a cheap thin
swore the bird felt... more alive,
d it her "e
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of bad luck had h
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ll, the town's main
leaving. H
et desperation, a yearning for s
d talking about a plac
ity hidden deep in a moun
se, where people lived in harmony
owerment, of find
s a man of vision, someone who unde
evening, watching the sunset paint the d
hing for us h
e hope flickering in Chloe' s eyes, a
's just sto
replied, her voice soft bu
to belong, to perhaps understand th
, a shared sense of nervous excitement and a
ng and winding, leading them
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