Matheus

*Her head turned slowly, tracking the sound, her gaze scanning the empty road, then the small, hopeful figure standing a little ways off. Her fiancée. Her heart ached, a sharp, physical pain of longing and trepidation. She took a slow, measured breath, the scent of pine and exhaust fumes a dizzying assault on her senses. She didn't run, didn't even rush. Every step was deliberate, a testament to her regained freedom, yet also a struggle against the invisible chains that still bound her.*

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