CHAPTER 34.
TAHLIA~
Sounds reached through the open window of the washroom. Distant, many were. The essence of the festival had vanished as the dawn came.
Gently, I wrapped a pale brown robe around my body, its fabric tender against my skin following a bath that soothed more than just my body. Regardless, my mind was a tempest of swirling thoughts, much like autumn leaves caught in a drastic wind—empty yet brimming with questions that swelled and receded like the tides.
How much longer until Rhia’s murderer is found? The thought gnawed at me, a relentless specter.
I paused, regarding my reflection in the mirror, weary lines etched on my face from the brief sleep, but the exhaustion was overshadowed by a deep sense of delight.
It was a rare blessing to have spent those moments next
