Chapter 348 Just a Man

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Ella

Bright light. A soft, warm breeze that smells sharply of pine and cedar. Somewhere in the distance a soft, delicate voice sings a beautiful song–a lullaby. A baby whimpers and is gently shushed.

I feel hands grazing down my arms. The scent of honeysuckle and lavender fills the air, and...

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