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53. A Hidden Heaven-I
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2025-04-23 14:01:52|| Lilac’s POV ||
The car glided smoothly through the winding roads, the city lights fading into the distance as we ventured deeper into the woods. The trees grew taller and denser, their branches forming a canopy overhead that filtered the moonlight into a soft, silvery glow. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the earthy scent of pine and the faint rustle of leaves. It felt like stepping into another world one untouched by the chaos and noise of the city.
Alaric drove with ease. The road was lined with wildflowers, their colors muted in the moonlight but still vibrant enough to catch my eye. The further we went, the more the landscape changed. The woods gave way to rolling hills, and soon, towering mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks kissed by the stars. The beauty of it all took my breath away.
“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I took in the scenery.
“You’ll see,” Alaric replied, a small smile playing on his
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