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Magdala watched her come forward slowly, her eyes brimming with tears while she gifted Liana with a tremulous smile—a smile only a mother could give her child after having lost her for years.

“Yes, Liana. I am your mother,” she said tearfully. “And this…” Slowly, like a butterfly spreading its wings, she spread her arms open, as if she could encompass the whole world between them. “This is your true home, Liana. Your home is Amatista.”

The End