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Eleanor stayed in Windmere for the week. They talked, cooked, laughed like teenagers. Thomas was dying now — some quiet illness eating away at him — but for the first time in years, she saw light in his eyes. He showed her the journal he’d kept, pages filled with letters never sent.

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11:07 AM - Jul 02, 2025 (UTC)

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