Four years have passed since the death of Léofwine and the disappearance of Léofara. Those painful memories are a book with chapters, deep and horrible, and so Mearhe leaves them on the shelf to gather dust. Today she moves in calmness with eyes only for the nature around her, with skin that feels the wind and eyes that open for the light.
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