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Shadows Before Midnight
Step into the moonlit forests of New England romance with Lila Sterling’s tales of love, legacy, and supernatural intrigue. From the pines of Maine to the hearths of small-town artisans, each story weaves passion and mystery under the stars.
© 2025 Lila Sterling. All rights reserved. Recorded under the moonlit pines of New England, September 17, 2025.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Echoes of the Lake, A Harlequin Romance, Part one, Chapter one,
The home Coming. The late September sun cast a golden
glow over Lake Serene, its waters shimmering like liquid amber
against the forested hills of Pinewood Hollow. Norah Callaghan stepped
out of her rental car, her boots crunching on the
gravel drive of her family's old lake house. At thirty one.
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She was back in the town she'd left a decade ago,
fleeing heartbreak and a life that felt too small. Her
career as a freelance photographer in Seattle had been exhilarating
but lonely, and her father's recent death had brought her
back to settle his estate and face the memories she'd bured.
The lake house stood weathered but proud, its cedar shingles
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kissed by moss, the porch overlooking the water where she'd
spent summers swimming and dreaming. Nora's chestnut hair caught the
breeze as she unlocked the door, the creek echoing in
the quiet inside. The air smelled of pine and dust,
The furniture draped in sit like ghosts. She was here
to sell the place to cut ties with pinewood hollow
for good, but her heart tugged, whispering of unfinished business.
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Nita hand. A deep voice jolted her from her thoughts.
She turned to see a man standing on the porch,
his tall frame filling the doorway. He wore a faded
denim jacket, his hazel eyes sharp yet warm, his dark
blonde hair tousled by the wind. Recognition hit her like
a wave. Finn Marlowe, her first love, the boy who'd
broken her heart at eighteen. Finn, she said, her voice catching,
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What are you doing here? He offered a crooked smile,
hands in his pockets. I'm the groundskeeper. Your dad hired
me a few years back to maintain the property. Didn't
know you were coming. Norah's chest tightened. Her father hadn't
mentioned Finn, not once. I'm here to sell the lake house,
she said, lifting her chin. I won't be staying long.
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His smile faded, a flicker of something regret crossing his face.
That there's a shame this place is special. It's just
a house, she said, turning away to hide the sting
of his presence. But as she busied herself unpacking, Finn's
gaze lingered, reigniting memories she'd fought to forget. Chapter two,
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Sparks on the Shore. Over the next few days, Norah
threw herself into sorting the lake house, clearing closets, cataloging furniture,
and meeting with a realtor. Finn was a constant presence,
mowing the lawn, fixing loose shingles, his quiet competence both
comforting and infuriating. He was different, now, broader, steadier, with
a guarded edge that hadn't been there when they were teens,
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But his hazel eyes still held that spark, the one
that had once made her believe in forever. One afternoon,
as a storm rolled in, Norah was in the boat
house sorting through old fishing gear. When the sky opened,
Rain pounded the tin roof, and a leak dripped onto
the floor. She cursed, grabbing a bucket, when Finn appeared,
soaked to the skin, his jacket clinging to his shoulders.
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Need help, he asked, his voice low over the storm's roar.
I've got it, she said, but the bucket slipped, water
splashing her jeans. Finn caught it, the hands brushing, and
a jolt shot through her electric and unwelcome. Still stubborn,
he said, a half smile, tugging at his lips. She glared,
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but her pulse raced. Why you hear, Finn? Really? He
set the bucket down, his eyes searching hers. Your dad
asked me to look after the place, said it meant
something to you. Norah's throat tightened. He was wrong, this place,
It's just memories I don't need. Finn stepped closer, rain
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dripping from his hair. Not all memories are bad, Norah.
The air crackled, the storm outside mirroring the one within her.
She wanted to push him away, to run from the
pull of his presence, but her feet stayed rooted. We
were kids, Finn. It's over, is it, he asked, his
soft dangerous. Before she could answer, a clap of thunder
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shook the boat house, and they both laughed, the tension
breaking like a wave. They worked together to secure the leak.
Their movements are quiet dance. When their shoulders brushed, Norah's
skin tingled, and she caught Finn's glance. Intense, unguarded, she
turned away, her heart pounding. She wasn't here for this,
She couldn't be. Chapter three, Shadows of the past. As
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weeks passed, Nora and Finn fell into a tense rhythm,
working around the lake house while avoiding the ghosts of
their past. She caught herself watching him, his hands deftly
repairing a dock, his rare laugh warming the chilly air.
But every moment of connection was shadowed by the memory
of their breakup, Finn's sudden withdrawal, his refusal to explain
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why he'd pushed her away. One evening, while sorting through
her father's study, Nora found a photo tucked inside a book,
a faded snapshot of her and Finn at sixteen, laughing
by the lake, his arm around her, Her chest ached.
Why had her father kept this? Finn appeared in the
doorway holding a mug of tea. Thought you might need this,
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he said, offering it. His fingers brushed hers, and she
pulled back, the photo falling to the floor. He picked
it up, his expressions softening. We were happy once until
you left me, she said, her voice sharp. You never
told me why, Finn. He looked away, his jaw tight.
I had to. My dad was sick, Norah. I couldn't
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leave him, and you were headed for bigger things. I
didn't want to hold you back. The confession hit her
like a stone. You should have told me, she whispered.
I would have stayed. That's why I didn't, he said,
his eyes meeting hers. You deserved the world, not a
kid tied to a dying town. Tears pricked her eyes.
You broke my heart. I broke mine, too, he said,
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stepping closer. His hand hovered near her cheek, but she
said stept back, afraid of what she felt. I need
to focus on selling this place, she said, her voice trembling.
Not this. Finn nodded, but his eyes held a promise.
I'm not going anywhere, Norah. Chapter four, The festival's glow.
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Pinewood Hollow's Harvest Moon Festival was days away, and the
lake House was a hub for preparations. Nora had agreed
to host a photography exhibit to showcase her work and
attract buyers. Finn helped hang Prince, his presence steady but
charged with unspoken words. The hands brushed as they adjusted
a frame, and Norah's breath caught the memory of their
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kiss in the boat house lingering. The night of the festival,
the town glowed with lanterns, the lake reflecting a thousand lights.
Nora wore a burgundy dress that flowed with her movements,
her hair pinned loosely. Finn's eyes followed her as she mingled.
His denim jacket traded for a crisp white shirt that
made him look dangerously handsome. You're stealing the show, he said,
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handing her a glass of mulled wine, his voice warm.
She smirked, her nerves easing, just trying to sell this place.
He stepped closer, his gaze intense. Is that really what
you want? Before she could answer, a woman's voice cut
through the crowd. Finn Marlowe, still tied to this lake
I see. Norah turned to see a woman in a
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tailored blazer, her dark hair sleek, her smile sharp. Finn's
face hardened Myra. He said, what are you doing here?
Myra's eyes flicked to Norah, calculating just checking on an investment.
This lake house could be a gold mine for the
right buyer. Norah's heart sank. Another complication, another threat, and
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Finn's past was catching up, threatening to unravel everything. Chapter five,
The Shadow of Myro The Harvest Moon Festival's lanterns glowed
like fireflies over Lake Serene, but Norah Callahan's was a storm.
Myra's arrival had shattered the fragile warmth of the evening,
her sharp smile and cryptic words checking on an investment
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lingering like a chill. The woman stood too close to Finn,
her tailored blazer a stark contrast to Pinewood Hollow's rustic charm,
her dark eyes glinting with intent. Myra Finn said again,
his voice low, edged with tension, This isn't your place.
Myra's laugh was smooth cutting. Not yet, Finn, but this
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lake house its prime real estate. My client sy dollar signs.
Her gaze flicked to Norah, assessing you're the owner. I presume, Norah,
is it. Norah's spine stiffened. That's right, and it's not
for sale. Myra tilted her head, unfazed. Everything's for sale, sweetheart,
especially when debts pile up. Nora's stomach twisted. Her father's
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estate was tangled in unpaid bills, taxes, maintenance loans. She
hadn't fully grasped. Myra's words hit too close to home.
We are done here, Norah said, her voice steady despite
her racing pulse. Myra smirked, glancing at Finn. We'll talk soon. Finn.
We always do. She sauntered into the festival crowd, her
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silhouettes swallowed by the glow of lanterns. Norah turned to Finn,
her hands trembling. Who is she, Finn? And don't dodge this.
He ran a hand through his hair, his hazel eyes clouded.
Myra Vaughan. We worked together in Portland years ago after
you left. She's a real estate developer, always chasing the
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next big deal. I didn't know she was back work together,
Nora pressed, stepping closer. The memory of their boat house kiss.
His lips warm, urgent, felt distant now or more. Finn's
jaw tightened. It was never serious. She wanted more, but
I didn't. She's here for the lake house, Nora, not me.
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Nora wanted to believe him, but doubt coiled in her chest.
She knows it was too much about my dad's debts.
How Finn hesitated his silence. Awight. I might have mentioned
the lake house's situation when we talked last year. I
didn't think she'd come here. The betrayals strung. You told
her about my family's problems without telling me. I didn't
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know you'd come back, he said, his voice breaking. I'm sorry, Norah.
She turned away, the festival's music a dull roar in
her ears. I need space, she said, walking toward the lake.
Her heart a tangle of longing and mistrust. Chapter six,
Ripples of Trust. The next morning, Pinewood Hollow buzzed with
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festival clean up, but the lake House was quiet, the
air heavy with autumn mist. Norah threw herself into work,
sorting her father's papers, calling creditors, preparing for the realtor's
next visit. The debts were worse than she'd feared. The
lake house was months from foreclosure. Selling was her only option,
but the thought of losing it, of losing her last
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time to her father, felt like a knife. Finn was scarce,
tending to the dock and gardens, his presence a silent ache.
Nora avoided him, but his absence hurt just as much.
She remembered their teenage summers, stolen kisses by the lake,
promises whispered under starlit skies. Could she trust him now
when his past kept resurfacing. At noon, Myra appeared at
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the lake house, her sleek suv out of place on
the gravel drive. Thought I'd check in, she said, stepping
onto the porch, her smile, all teeth. My offers on
the table, A million for this place, Norah, you could
walk away, debt free. Norah's grip tightened on the broom
she held. I told you it's not for sale, Myra laughed,
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brushing past her into the living room. Your sentimental, just
like Finn. But sentiment doesn't pay bills. Ask him about
the deal he almost took. Norah's blood ran cold. What deal?
Myra's eyes gleamed. Oh, he didn't tell you. Last year.
He was ready to sell this place to my firm,
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only backed out because of some loyalty to your dad.
Nora's heart sank another secret. She found Finn by the dock,
his hands stained with paint, his expression guarded. Myra says,
you almost sold the lake house, She said, her voice trembling.
Is it true? Finn set down his brush, his eyes
meeting hers. It was before your dad died. He was sick.
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The debts were piling up, and Myra's firm offered a
way out. I couldn't do it, Norah, not to him,
not to you. Why didn't you tell me, she asked,
tears pricking her eyes. I didn't want to hurt you,
he said, stepping closer. I'm here now, Norah, for you.
Her throat tightened. I don't know if I can do this. Finn,
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the lake house, you it's too much. He reached for
her hand, his touch warm, grounding. Then let me help.
We'll save this place together. She wanted to pull away,
but his sincerity held her. O kay, she whispered, But
no more secrets. Chapter seven, Embers by the Lake. The
days blurred into a dance of tension and longing. Nora
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and Finn worked side by side, cleaning the lake house,
meeting with the bank, planning a community fundraiser to cover
the debts there. Every interaction was charged, his hand brushing
hers as they sorted photos, his laugh warming the chilly air.
But Myra's presence was a constant shadow, her visits to
town laced with pointed remarks about the lake house's value.
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One evening, as the lake reflected a crimson sunset, nor
A stayed late to frame more photos for the exhibit,
Finn joined her, his sleeves rolled up, his hazel eyes
soft in the fadding light. You're good at this, he said,
watching her ad just a print of the lake at dawn.
You always saw beauty in this place, She smiled, her
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guard slipping. It's hard not to even now. He stepped
closer the air between them, humming, you're the most beautiful
thing here, Norah. Her breath caught, her heart pounding. Finn,
we can't, why not, he asked, his voice low, urgent.
He cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheek, and
kissed her, slow, deep, a fire that burned away her doubts.
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She melted into him, her hands tangling in his hair.
The lake's gentle lapping their only witness. They pulled apart, breathless.
When a car's headlight swept across the porch. Myra stood there,
her arms crossed, her smile sharp. Well, isn't this nostalgic?
Norah's face burned, but Finn's hands stayed on her waist.
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Leave Myra, he said, his voice cold, Myra laughed, stepping closer.
You're throwing away a fortune, Finn, and for what a
broken down house and a woman who'll leave you again.
Norah flinched, but Finn's grip tightened. This is our home,
he said, and you're not part of it. Myrara's eyes narrowed,
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but she turned and left her SUV's tires crunching on
the gravel. Norah exhaled, leaning into Finn, but Myra's words
echoed a woman who'll leave you again? Chapter eight, Unraveled Promises.
The next morning, Nora woke with Finn's kiss lingering, but
Myra's gnawed at her. Was she destined to leave just
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as she had ten years ago? The lake House's debts
were a ticking clock and Finn's secrets. First is past
with Myra. Then the near sail made her question everything.
She found a letter in her father's desk, his scrawl
addressing her, Norah, the lake House is your heart, even
if you don't know it yet. Trust Finn. He's more
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than he seems. Her throat tightened. What did her father
know that she did? She confronted Finn in the boat house,
the air thick with the scent of cedar and lake water.
My dad left a letter, she said, holding it up.
He said, to trust you, But how can I when
you keep things from me? Finn's face softened, but pain
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flickered in his eyes. Your dad took me in when
my own fell apart. He saw me struggling, gave me
a job, a purpose. I didn't tell you about Myra's
offer because I was ashamed. I almost betrayed him. Norah's
heart ached and me, Are you here for me or
for him? You? He said, his voice fierce, always you, Norah.
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She wanted to believe him, but Myra's threat loomed, and
the lake House's fate was uncertain. As she stood there,
the letter trembling in her hands, a phone call from
the realtor broke the silence. An offer had come in
higher than Myra's. The decision was hers, and it would
change everything. Chapter nine, The breaking point. The realtor's voice
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echoed in Norah Callahan's mind like a distant thunder. An
offer has come in higher than Myra's. The decision is yours.
The lake House's porch creaked under her feet as she
stared at Lake Serene, its water's calm under the autumn sun.
The offer was staggering enough to clear the debts, found
a fresh start in Seattle, and bury the past for good.
But the thought of selling, of leaving Finn, the man
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who'd reawakened her heart, felt like tearing out a piece
of herself. Finn found her there, his hazel eyes searching hers,
his blonde hair tousled by the breeze, He'd been giving
her space since the letter's revelation, but his presence was
a pull she couldn't ignore. Norah, He said, his voice soft,
what did the real to say? She handed him the
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letter from her father, her hands trembling. An offer more
than enough, but Dad said to trust you. Finn's face
softened as he read, his shoulders slumping. Your dad was
like a father to me after mine passed. He knew
about the debts, the pressure, but he believed in this place,
in us us, Norah asked, her voice breaking. Finn. Myra said,
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you almost sold it, and now this offer, I don't
know what to do. He set the letter down, stepping closer.
I almost sold because I was lost, but you coming
back it changed everything. I love you, Nora, I always have.
Her breath caught, tears blurring her vision. I love you too,
but I'm scared of staying, of leaving, of making the
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wrong choice. Then don't choose alone, he said, his hand
cupping her cheek. We'll figure it out together. The sincerity
in his eyes chipped at her walls. But Myra's shadow loomed,
and the offer's deadline was tomorrow. Norah pulled away, her
heart a storm of Love and Fear, Chapter ten, Myra's gambit.
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The next morning, Pinewood Hollow stirred with the remnants of
the festival, but the lake House was a battleground. Norah
pored over the offer documents, her father's letter beside them.
When Myra arrived, her sleek suv gleaming in the drive,
she wasn't alone. A man in a suit followed, carrying
a briefcase. Nora Finn, Myra said, stepping inside uninvited her
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smile sharp. I heard about the competing offer, but mine's better.
One two million cash, no contingencies. Sign now and it's done.
Norah's stomach twisted. I told you it's not for sale,
Myra laughed, glancing at Finn. You're both fools. This place
is a relic. Finn. You know it. You almost took
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my deal last year. What's changed her? Finn's jaw tightened.
Everything's changed. Get out, Myra. Myra's eyes narrowed. You'll regret this.
My clients don't lose. As they left, Nora turned to Finn,
her voice trembling. One point two million, Finn, we could
save the lake House. With that, pay the debts, renovate,
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make it ours. Finn's eyes searched hers. Is that what
you want? Or are you running again? The questions strung,
but it was fair. Norah had fled once from him,
from this town. I'm not running, she said, her voice firm.
I want to stay with you. He pulled her clothes,
his arms, a safe harbor. Then we'll turn it down.
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We'll find another way. Chapter eleven, The Fundraiser's Hope. Inspired
by her father's letter, Norah and Finn rallied Pinewood Hollow
for a fundraiser, a lakeside gala to save the lake house,
turning it into a community center for art and photography workshops.
The town responded with open hearts. Locals donated items for auction,
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Baker's provided treats, and Norah's photos became centerpieces. Finn worked tirelessly,
stringing lights along the dock, his steady presence abalm to
her fears. The night of the gala, the lake house
glowed under a harvest moon, music floating over the water.
Norah wore a flowing emerald dress, her chestnut hair catching
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the light, but her nerves jangled. Myra had hinted at sabotage,
and the debts deadline loomed. Finn found her by the lake,
his hands slipping into hers. You've done amazing, Norah. This
place it's a live again. She leaned into him, her
heart full because of you. As the auction began, bids
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poured in paintings, handmade quilts, even a boat tour from Finn.
The total climbed enough to cover half the debts. But
Myra appeared, her presence at chill in the warm night, charming,
she said, sidling up to Nora. But it won't be enough.
My office stands until midnight. Nora's resolve hardened. We don't
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need your money. This is our home, Myra smirked, but
a local stepped forward, outbidding everyone for Norah's prized photo.
The crowd cheered, and the total surged, clearing the debts
with room to spare. Myra's smile faltered and she slipped away. Defeated.
Nora exhaled, turning to Finn. We did it, he grinned,
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pulling her into a dance by the lake, the music
wrapping around them. We did Chapter twelve, Eternal Echoes. Months later,
the lake House thrived as a community hub, workshops buzzing
the dock alive with laughter. Norah had stayed her photography,
career blending with Pinewood Hollow's charm, her heart anchored by Finn.
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One crisp winter evening, as snow dusted the lake, they
walked the shore hand in hand. The water's echoes whispered
of their past, but the future gleamed brighter. Finn stopped,
pulling a small box from his pocket. Inside was a
sapphir ring the stone, reflecting the lake's depths. Norah Callaghan,
this place brought you back to me. Will you stay forever?
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Marry me? Tears of joy streamed down her face. Yes,
she whispered, throwing her arms around him. Yes, Finn. They
kissed under the starlit sky, the lake's echoes a symphony
of their love, the past, Myra's schemes, the debts, their
heart break faded, leaving only their future, bound by the
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lake's eternal whisper. The end
Echoes of the Lake, A Harlequin Romance, Part one, Chapter one,
The home Coming. The late September sun cast a golden
glow over Lake Serene, its waters shimmering like liquid amber
against the forested hills of Pinewood Hollow. Norah Callaghan stepped
out of her rental car, her boots crunching on the
gravel drive of her family's old lake house. At thirty one.
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She was back in the town she'd left a decade ago,
fleeing heartbreak and a life that felt too small. Her
career as a freelance photographer in Seattle had been exhilarating
but lonely, and her father's recent death had brought her
back to settle his estate and face the memories she'd bured.
The lake house stood weathered but proud, its cedar shingles
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kissed by moss, the porch overlooking the water where she'd
spent summers swimming and dreaming. Nora's chestnut hair caught the
breeze as she unlocked the door, the creek echoing in
the quiet inside. The air smelled of pine and dust,
The furniture draped in sit like ghosts. She was here
to sell the place to cut ties with pinewood hollow
for good, but her heart tugged, whispering of unfinished business.
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Nita hand. A deep voice jolted her from her thoughts.
She turned to see a man standing on the porch,
his tall frame filling the doorway. He wore a faded
denim jacket, his hazel eyes sharp yet warm, his dark
blonde hair tousled by the wind. Recognition hit her like
a wave. Finn Marlowe, her first love, the boy who'd
broken her heart at eighteen. Finn, she said, her voice catching,
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What are you doing here? He offered a crooked smile,
hands in his pockets. I'm the groundskeeper. Your dad hired
me a few years back to maintain the property. Didn't
know you were coming. Norah's chest tightened. Her father hadn't
mentioned Finn, not once. I'm here to sell the lake house,
she said, lifting her chin. I won't be staying long.
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His smile faded, a flicker of something regret crossing his face.
That there's a shame this place is special. It's just
a house, she said, turning away to hide the sting
of his presence. But as she busied herself unpacking, Finn's
gaze lingered, reigniting memories she'd fought to forget. Chapter two,
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Sparks on the Shore. Over the next few days, Norah
threw herself into sorting the lake house, clearing closets, cataloging furniture,
and meeting with a realtor. Finn was a constant presence,
mowing the lawn, fixing loose shingles, his quiet competence both
comforting and infuriating. He was different, now, broader, steadier, with
a guarded edge that hadn't been there when they were teens,
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But his hazel eyes still held that spark, the one
that had once made her believe in forever. One afternoon,
as a storm rolled in, Norah was in the boat
house sorting through old fishing gear. When the sky opened,
Rain pounded the tin roof, and a leak dripped onto
the floor. She cursed, grabbing a bucket, when Finn appeared,
soaked to the skin, his jacket clinging to his shoulders.
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Need help, he asked, his voice low over the storm's roar.
I've got it, she said, but the bucket slipped, water
splashing her jeans. Finn caught it, the hands brushing, and
a jolt shot through her electric and unwelcome. Still stubborn,
he said, a half smile, tugging at his lips. She glared,
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but her pulse raced. Why you hear, Finn? Really? He
set the bucket down, his eyes searching hers. Your dad
asked me to look after the place, said it meant
something to you. Norah's throat tightened. He was wrong, this place,
It's just memories I don't need. Finn stepped closer, rain
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dripping from his hair. Not all memories are bad, Norah.
The air crackled, the storm outside mirroring the one within her.
She wanted to push him away, to run from the
pull of his presence, but her feet stayed rooted. We
were kids, Finn. It's over, is it, he asked, his
soft dangerous. Before she could answer, a clap of thunder
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shook the boat house, and they both laughed, the tension
breaking like a wave. They worked together to secure the leak.
Their movements are quiet dance. When their shoulders brushed, Norah's
skin tingled, and she caught Finn's glance. Intense, unguarded, she
turned away, her heart pounding. She wasn't here for this,
She couldn't be. Chapter three, Shadows of the past. As
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weeks passed, Nora and Finn fell into a tense rhythm,
working around the lake house while avoiding the ghosts of
their past. She caught herself watching him, his hands deftly
repairing a dock, his rare laugh warming the chilly air.
But every moment of connection was shadowed by the memory
of their breakup, Finn's sudden withdrawal, his refusal to explain
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why he'd pushed her away. One evening, while sorting through
her father's study, Nora found a photo tucked inside a book,
a faded snapshot of her and Finn at sixteen, laughing
by the lake, his arm around her, Her chest ached.
Why had her father kept this? Finn appeared in the
doorway holding a mug of tea. Thought you might need this,
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he said, offering it. His fingers brushed hers, and she
pulled back, the photo falling to the floor. He picked
it up, his expressions softening. We were happy once until
you left me, she said, her voice sharp. You never
told me why, Finn. He looked away, his jaw tight.
I had to. My dad was sick, Norah. I couldn't
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leave him, and you were headed for bigger things. I
didn't want to hold you back. The confession hit her
like a stone. You should have told me, she whispered.
I would have stayed. That's why I didn't, he said,
his eyes meeting hers. You deserved the world, not a
kid tied to a dying town. Tears pricked her eyes.
You broke my heart. I broke mine, too, he said,
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stepping closer. His hand hovered near her cheek, but she
said stept back, afraid of what she felt. I need
to focus on selling this place, she said, her voice trembling.
Not this. Finn nodded, but his eyes held a promise.
I'm not going anywhere, Norah. Chapter four, The festival's glow.
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Pinewood Hollow's Harvest Moon Festival was days away, and the
lake House was a hub for preparations. Nora had agreed
to host a photography exhibit to showcase her work and
attract buyers. Finn helped hang Prince, his presence steady but
charged with unspoken words. The hands brushed as they adjusted
a frame, and Norah's breath caught the memory of their
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kiss in the boat house lingering. The night of the festival,
the town glowed with lanterns, the lake reflecting a thousand lights.
Nora wore a burgundy dress that flowed with her movements,
her hair pinned loosely. Finn's eyes followed her as she mingled.
His denim jacket traded for a crisp white shirt that
made him look dangerously handsome. You're stealing the show, he said,
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handing her a glass of mulled wine, his voice warm.
She smirked, her nerves easing, just trying to sell this place.
He stepped closer, his gaze intense. Is that really what
you want? Before she could answer, a woman's voice cut
through the crowd. Finn Marlowe, still tied to this lake
I see. Norah turned to see a woman in a
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tailored blazer, her dark hair sleek, her smile sharp. Finn's
face hardened Myra. He said, what are you doing here?
Myra's eyes flicked to Norah, calculating just checking on an investment.
This lake house could be a gold mine for the
right buyer. Norah's heart sank. Another complication, another threat, and
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Finn's past was catching up, threatening to unravel everything. Chapter five,
The Shadow of Myro The Harvest Moon Festival's lanterns glowed
like fireflies over Lake Serene, but Norah Callahan's was a storm.
Myra's arrival had shattered the fragile warmth of the evening,
her sharp smile and cryptic words checking on an investment
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lingering like a chill. The woman stood too close to Finn,
her tailored blazer a stark contrast to Pinewood Hollow's rustic charm,
her dark eyes glinting with intent. Myra Finn said again,
his voice low, edged with tension, This isn't your place.
Myra's laugh was smooth cutting. Not yet, Finn, but this
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lake house its prime real estate. My client sy dollar signs.
Her gaze flicked to Norah, assessing you're the owner. I presume, Norah,
is it. Norah's spine stiffened. That's right, and it's not
for sale. Myra tilted her head, unfazed. Everything's for sale, sweetheart,
especially when debts pile up. Nora's stomach twisted. Her father's
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estate was tangled in unpaid bills, taxes, maintenance loans. She
hadn't fully grasped. Myra's words hit too close to home.
We are done here, Norah said, her voice steady despite
her racing pulse. Myra smirked, glancing at Finn. We'll talk soon. Finn.
We always do. She sauntered into the festival crowd, her
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silhouettes swallowed by the glow of lanterns. Norah turned to Finn,
her hands trembling. Who is she, Finn? And don't dodge this.
He ran a hand through his hair, his hazel eyes clouded.
Myra Vaughan. We worked together in Portland years ago after
you left. She's a real estate developer, always chasing the
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next big deal. I didn't know she was back work together,
Nora pressed, stepping closer. The memory of their boat house kiss.
His lips warm, urgent, felt distant now or more. Finn's
jaw tightened. It was never serious. She wanted more, but
I didn't. She's here for the lake house, Nora, not me.
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Nora wanted to believe him, but doubt coiled in her chest.
She knows it was too much about my dad's debts.
How Finn hesitated his silence. Awight. I might have mentioned
the lake house's situation when we talked last year. I
didn't think she'd come here. The betrayals strung. You told
her about my family's problems without telling me. I didn't
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know you'd come back, he said, his voice breaking. I'm sorry, Norah.
She turned away, the festival's music a dull roar in
her ears. I need space, she said, walking toward the lake.
Her heart a tangle of longing and mistrust. Chapter six,
Ripples of Trust. The next morning, Pinewood Hollow buzzed with
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festival clean up, but the lake House was quiet, the
air heavy with autumn mist. Norah threw herself into work,
sorting her father's papers, calling creditors, preparing for the realtor's
next visit. The debts were worse than she'd feared. The
lake house was months from foreclosure. Selling was her only option,
but the thought of losing it, of losing her last
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time to her father, felt like a knife. Finn was scarce,
tending to the dock and gardens, his presence a silent ache.
Nora avoided him, but his absence hurt just as much.
She remembered their teenage summers, stolen kisses by the lake,
promises whispered under starlit skies. Could she trust him now
when his past kept resurfacing. At noon, Myra appeared at
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the lake house, her sleek suv out of place on
the gravel drive. Thought I'd check in, she said, stepping
onto the porch, her smile, all teeth. My offers on
the table, A million for this place, Norah, you could
walk away, debt free. Norah's grip tightened on the broom
she held. I told you it's not for sale, Myra laughed,
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brushing past her into the living room. Your sentimental, just
like Finn. But sentiment doesn't pay bills. Ask him about
the deal he almost took. Norah's blood ran cold. What deal?
Myra's eyes gleamed. Oh, he didn't tell you. Last year.
He was ready to sell this place to my firm,
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only backed out because of some loyalty to your dad.
Nora's heart sank another secret. She found Finn by the dock,
his hands stained with paint, his expression guarded. Myra says,
you almost sold the lake house, She said, her voice trembling.
Is it true? Finn set down his brush, his eyes
meeting hers. It was before your dad died. He was sick.
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The debts were piling up, and Myra's firm offered a
way out. I couldn't do it, Norah, not to him,
not to you. Why didn't you tell me, she asked,
tears pricking her eyes. I didn't want to hurt you,
he said, stepping closer. I'm here now, Norah, for you.
Her throat tightened. I don't know if I can do this. Finn,
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the lake house, you it's too much. He reached for
her hand, his touch warm, grounding. Then let me help.
We'll save this place together. She wanted to pull away,
but his sincerity held her. O kay, she whispered, But
no more secrets. Chapter seven, Embers by the Lake. The
days blurred into a dance of tension and longing. Nora
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and Finn worked side by side, cleaning the lake house,
meeting with the bank, planning a community fundraiser to cover
the debts there. Every interaction was charged, his hand brushing
hers as they sorted photos, his laugh warming the chilly air.
But Myra's presence was a constant shadow, her visits to
town laced with pointed remarks about the lake house's value.
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One evening, as the lake reflected a crimson sunset, nor
A stayed late to frame more photos for the exhibit,
Finn joined her, his sleeves rolled up, his hazel eyes
soft in the fadding light. You're good at this, he said,
watching her ad just a print of the lake at dawn.
You always saw beauty in this place, She smiled, her
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guard slipping. It's hard not to even now. He stepped
closer the air between them, humming, you're the most beautiful
thing here, Norah. Her breath caught, her heart pounding. Finn,
we can't, why not, he asked, his voice low, urgent.
He cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheek, and
kissed her, slow, deep, a fire that burned away her doubts.
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She melted into him, her hands tangling in his hair.
The lake's gentle lapping their only witness. They pulled apart, breathless.
When a car's headlight swept across the porch. Myra stood there,
her arms crossed, her smile sharp. Well, isn't this nostalgic?
Norah's face burned, but Finn's hands stayed on her waist.
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Leave Myra, he said, his voice cold, Myra laughed, stepping closer.
You're throwing away a fortune, Finn, and for what a
broken down house and a woman who'll leave you again.
Norah flinched, but Finn's grip tightened. This is our home,
he said, and you're not part of it. Myrara's eyes narrowed,
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but she turned and left her SUV's tires crunching on
the gravel. Norah exhaled, leaning into Finn, but Myra's words
echoed a woman who'll leave you again? Chapter eight, Unraveled Promises.
The next morning, Nora woke with Finn's kiss lingering, but
Myra's gnawed at her. Was she destined to leave just
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as she had ten years ago? The lake House's debts
were a ticking clock and Finn's secrets. First is past
with Myra. Then the near sail made her question everything.
She found a letter in her father's desk, his scrawl
addressing her, Norah, the lake House is your heart, even
if you don't know it yet. Trust Finn. He's more
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than he seems. Her throat tightened. What did her father
know that she did? She confronted Finn in the boat house,
the air thick with the scent of cedar and lake water.
My dad left a letter, she said, holding it up.
He said, to trust you, But how can I when
you keep things from me? Finn's face softened, but pain
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flickered in his eyes. Your dad took me in when
my own fell apart. He saw me struggling, gave me
a job, a purpose. I didn't tell you about Myra's
offer because I was ashamed. I almost betrayed him. Norah's
heart ached and me, Are you here for me or
for him? You? He said, his voice fierce, always you, Norah.
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She wanted to believe him, but Myra's threat loomed, and
the lake House's fate was uncertain. As she stood there,
the letter trembling in her hands, a phone call from
the realtor broke the silence. An offer had come in
higher than Myra's. The decision was hers, and it would
change everything. Chapter nine, The breaking point. The realtor's voice
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echoed in Norah Callahan's mind like a distant thunder. An
offer has come in higher than Myra's. The decision is yours.
The lake House's porch creaked under her feet as she
stared at Lake Serene, its water's calm under the autumn sun.
The offer was staggering enough to clear the debts, found
a fresh start in Seattle, and bury the past for good.
But the thought of selling, of leaving Finn, the man
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who'd reawakened her heart, felt like tearing out a piece
of herself. Finn found her there, his hazel eyes searching hers,
his blonde hair tousled by the breeze, He'd been giving
her space since the letter's revelation, but his presence was
a pull she couldn't ignore. Norah, He said, his voice soft,
what did the real to say? She handed him the
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letter from her father, her hands trembling. An offer more
than enough, but Dad said to trust you. Finn's face
softened as he read, his shoulders slumping. Your dad was
like a father to me after mine passed. He knew
about the debts, the pressure, but he believed in this place,
in us us, Norah asked, her voice breaking. Finn. Myra said,
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you almost sold it, and now this offer, I don't
know what to do. He set the letter down, stepping closer.
I almost sold because I was lost, but you coming
back it changed everything. I love you, Nora, I always have.
Her breath caught, tears blurring her vision. I love you too,
but I'm scared of staying, of leaving, of making the
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wrong choice. Then don't choose alone, he said, his hand
cupping her cheek. We'll figure it out together. The sincerity
in his eyes chipped at her walls. But Myra's shadow loomed,
and the offer's deadline was tomorrow. Norah pulled away, her
heart a storm of Love and Fear, Chapter ten, Myra's gambit.
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The next morning, Pinewood Hollow stirred with the remnants of
the festival, but the lake House was a battleground. Norah
pored over the offer documents, her father's letter beside them.
When Myra arrived, her sleek suv gleaming in the drive,
she wasn't alone. A man in a suit followed, carrying
a briefcase. Nora Finn, Myra said, stepping inside uninvited her
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smile sharp. I heard about the competing offer, but mine's better.
One two million cash, no contingencies. Sign now and it's done.
Norah's stomach twisted. I told you it's not for sale,
Myra laughed, glancing at Finn. You're both fools. This place
is a relic. Finn. You know it. You almost took
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my deal last year. What's changed her? Finn's jaw tightened.
Everything's changed. Get out, Myra. Myra's eyes narrowed. You'll regret this.
My clients don't lose. As they left, Nora turned to Finn,
her voice trembling. One point two million, Finn, we could
save the lake House. With that, pay the debts, renovate,
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make it ours. Finn's eyes searched hers. Is that what
you want? Or are you running again? The questions strung,
but it was fair. Norah had fled once from him,
from this town. I'm not running, she said, her voice firm.
I want to stay with you. He pulled her clothes,
his arms, a safe harbor. Then we'll turn it down.
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We'll find another way. Chapter eleven, The Fundraiser's Hope. Inspired
by her father's letter, Norah and Finn rallied Pinewood Hollow
for a fundraiser, a lakeside gala to save the lake house,
turning it into a community center for art and photography workshops.
The town responded with open hearts. Locals donated items for auction,
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Baker's provided treats, and Norah's photos became centerpieces. Finn worked tirelessly,
stringing lights along the dock, his steady presence abalm to
her fears. The night of the gala, the lake house
glowed under a harvest moon, music floating over the water.
Norah wore a flowing emerald dress, her chestnut hair catching
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the light, but her nerves jangled. Myra had hinted at sabotage,
and the debts deadline loomed. Finn found her by the lake,
his hands slipping into hers. You've done amazing, Norah. This
place it's a live again. She leaned into him, her
heart full because of you. As the auction began, bids
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poured in paintings, handmade quilts, even a boat tour from Finn.
The total climbed enough to cover half the debts. But
Myra appeared, her presence at chill in the warm night, charming,
she said, sidling up to Nora. But it won't be enough.
My office stands until midnight. Nora's resolve hardened. We don't
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need your money. This is our home, Myra smirked, but
a local stepped forward, outbidding everyone for Norah's prized photo.
The crowd cheered, and the total surged, clearing the debts
with room to spare. Myra's smile faltered and she slipped away. Defeated.
Nora exhaled, turning to Finn. We did it, he grinned,
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pulling her into a dance by the lake, the music
wrapping around them. We did Chapter twelve, Eternal Echoes. Months later,
the lake House thrived as a community hub, workshops buzzing
the dock alive with laughter. Norah had stayed her photography,
career blending with Pinewood Hollow's charm, her heart anchored by Finn.
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One crisp winter evening, as snow dusted the lake, they
walked the shore hand in hand. The water's echoes whispered
of their past, but the future gleamed brighter. Finn stopped,
pulling a small box from his pocket. Inside was a
sapphir ring the stone, reflecting the lake's depths. Norah Callaghan,
this place brought you back to me. Will you stay forever?
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Marry me? Tears of joy streamed down her face. Yes,
she whispered, throwing her arms around him. Yes, Finn. They
kissed under the starlit sky, the lake's echoes a symphony
of their love, the past, Myra's schemes, the debts, their
heart break faded, leaving only their future, bound by the
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lake's eternal whisper. The end
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