"Beatrice..." Ye Feng's voice echoed through the empty corridors of the orphanage. "Do you know where she lives now?"
Mother Martha's hand froze as she polished the silver, the silver spoon dropping to the floor with a crisp clatter. Her cloudy eyes lingered on Luna for a moment before quickly shifting away. "You... are really going to see her?"
Luna stood before the renovated stained-glass window, the dappled light and shadow reflected in her golden pupils. She heard her name being called, yet had no recollection of the name "Beatrice." The sycamore trees outside swayed in the breeze, the rustle of leaves reminding her of fragmented images—a dim basement, a pungent, musty odor, and walls open to the drafty wind.
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