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As the rain tapped softly on the roof above, Clara
whispered, “Thank you, Grandpa.”
She stood up, letter in hand, and opened the
window. The wind was cold, but fresh. For the first time
in her life, Clara felt like she was breathing fully.
Not because she had found the truth.
But because she was finally free to seek it.
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