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|Grace| I'm not entirely sure what the true reason is. Perhaps it was my determination, or maybe my newfound resolve. It could even be the call I had with Keith that fueled my readiness. But after nearly three weeks at Silvester's resthouse, I've finally recovered. was in a much better place now that I could walk without a crutch. My determination to complete my morning walks had finally paid off. Healing means a physical manifestation of the end of my retreat. It was time to return to the city, to the chaos, and to start my revenge. The most incredible thing was, I noticed some changes... in myself. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back at me was both familiar and foreign. There was a new aura about her. Her eyes were sharper, her expression steely with resol