The Wren:Chapter 9.2-Nisanur

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After he passed away, I felt a familiar sense of loneliness,

yet it was different this time. I was no longer a frightened

girl; I was a woman who had survived wars, losses, and the

harsh realities of the steppe. I packed my small suitcase,

holding the secret package tightly. The journey back to

Istanbul felt like traveling through time. As the train

approached the city of my childhood, my heart raced with a

mixture of fear and excitement.