The morning air had a crisp, biting edge as the first golden rays of dawn began to paint the horizon.
It was the one-year anniversary of Niya’s surgery.
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Chapter 18: The Bridge at Dawn
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The morning air had a crisp, biting edge as the first golden rays of dawn began to paint the horizon.
It was the one-year anniversary of Niya’s surgery.
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