The Wren:Chapter 10.1-Pınar
- 8 May
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As the carriage pulled up to the iron gates of my aunt’s mansion, a
wave of nostalgia overwhelmed me. The scent of the honeysuckle and
the sight of the old acacia tree brought back memories I had
desperately tried to suppress for years. I was no longer the rebellious
young girl who had climbed those branches; I was a stranger returning
to a world that had continued to turn without her.
My aunt Besime and Necmiye greeted me with tears and disbelief. To
them, I was a legend—a girl who had vanished into the dusty roads of
Anatolia and returned as a composed, elegant woman. They prepared
my old room, and as I sat on the familiar bed, I felt like a ghost
haunting my own past.
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