The Final Vigil
(Tragic Romance) The prognosis was a death sentence written in the cold, clinical language of oncology. Clara had spent her life saving others, but she had finally encountered a malignancy that refused to be tamed. She had retreated to a small cottage on the coast of Maine, far from the sterile corridors of the city, waiting for the end in a house that smelled of salt and dried lavender. Julian...
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