Category: Duchelli Legacy
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Chapter 43.7
The scent of spices still lingers in the air, mingling with the warm, dry breeze drifting in through the open terrace doors. The table in front of me is a landscape of wine glasses and the plates that once held Dave’s mouth-watering lemongrass chicken. I fold my napkin and leave…
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Chapter 43.6
My mother taught me that sometimes it rains. Sometimes it pours, and you’re soaked through and miserable and it feels like it may never stop. But no matter how heavily the rain falls, no matter how drenched you get, you are not the rain. Some day you will be dry…
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Chapter 43.5
Idiot. The voice in my head is persistent. It’s been over two months but it’s not letting up. I try to focus on the lines, struggling to keep the faint remnants of my Tartosan accent from creeping into Llama Man’s commanding voice. It’s always more difficult just after I’ve been…
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Chapter 43.4
The skies are darkening as I walk home from the food stall, carrying what is – despite the time – technically my breakfast. Hot steam is wafting up from the flimsy plastic bags in my hand, warming my cold fingers. I’m still not used to San Myshuno’s seasons, but Samara…
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Chapter 43.2
Paul was gone. But I wasn’t heartbroken. I was the daughter of a doctor, after all, and I knew that hearts don’t break. Bones break. But hearts? Hearts are a muscle. They tear, a slow agonising stretch of fibres fraying as they’re pulled apart under the weight of loss. They…
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Chapter 43.1
Midnight Blues Author’s note: Hello! If you’re reading this, know that you are one of my favourite people and I appreciate you spending your precious time on this planet with me and my stories. Instead of publishing the usual huge chapters, I’m going to try splitting the story into smaller…
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Chapter 42
Mind The Gap “Hailey, can you start on the cookies?” “Sure, mom.” My mother’s movements were precise and efficient as she and Hailey moved around the kitchen like choreographed dancers, measuring, stirring, and chopping. “Mom, the table is done. Anything else I can do?” She shook her head. “No thanks,…
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Chapter 41
Ask Yourself After Marten left, I walked around GeekCon by myself for a while before finally managing to find the room for the cosplay competition. I was just in time. One by one, the other participants walked to the middle of the stage, struck their pose, and walked off. Suddenly,…
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Chapter 40
Cracks in the Concrete “That was the last of the boxes. Are you sure you’ll be fine by yourself, Julia? We could extend our hotel room and stay in the city for the weekend, if you prefer.” I looked around. The new furniture still felt unfamiliar and most of my…
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