Twenty Two
It had been more than a hundred years since Chiara had stepped foot in her old hometown. It was a place she had revisited countless of times in her memories when she once woke up as Clara then as herself, but she never actually thought she would be able to see it in person once more. The roads seemed smaller than Chiara remembered, there were a lot more trees and shrubbery that had grown, and some of the houses and establishments that she once knew had either been demolished, turned or remained standing but abandoned. “This is where you used to live?” Mary asked from behind the wheel as she peeked out of the windows. It was obvious from her facial expression and her tone of voice that she was both surprised and horrified, and Chiara could understand why. The place she once called home lo
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