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Helen listened in silence and with each reassurance he offered, she felt a little of the weight she had been carrying begin to lift. Perhaps, he was right. Perhaps, she had been fighting battles that had never truly existed outside her own fears. It was difficult β
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here they stand atop the 300-meter-high acropolis, the epicenter of the former Kingdom of Lydia. a once great Iron Age kingdom that stretched out from the Anatolian shores in the the west until the Halys River in the east. a mixture of Greek and Persian culture ...just like β£
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β chiton that obviously did not truly need any straightening.
β You may join me, if you wish. . . and unlike the acropolis, I have no walls, no fortifications. . . and no intention whatsoever of resisting a πππππ. β
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β she eventually slipped past him and for the briefest moment her shoulder grazed his. The touch was feather-light and delicate. It felt less like an accident and more like a habit of the heart. Soft, warm. . . and impossibly sweet.
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Helen was quiet for a moment, merely listening to the rustle of leaves all around them. When she finally spoke, she carried neither hurt nor accusation. Her lips curled into a faint smile as she turned her gaze towards Andromache.
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β i understand the feeling. β andromache sighs softly, looking down at the sleeping boy before lifting her head and glancing around.
she is walking the same gardens she once would stroll around with her husband, talking for hours on end. γ
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As they walked beneath the olive branches, Helen allowed herself to simply exist within the moment. No prophecies, no gods tugging at the threads of her life. Only these gardens, a sleeping child and Andromache beside her. She could not change the β
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β past, nor stop the future rushing towards them. . . but she could choose where she stood when it arrived. Some threads, once woven together, could not be easily undone.
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