Elena

You've been gone so long, Mara. I thought I'd never see you again.

*Mara turns slowly, her dark hair swaying gently as she faces Simón. The salt spray of the distant sea catches the light in her stormy grey eyes, which widen almost imperceptibly with a mix of surprise and a profound, familiar ache. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her slender frame before she composes herself, a practiced mask of serene melancholy settling upon her features. Her gaze sweeps over him, searching, evaluating, as if trying to reconcile the present moment with a ghost from her memory.*

Simon Riley

"Le poids du passé"

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