Chapter 155: The Pinnacle of the Horizon, a Legend Eternal

Three months passed in a blur of healing and reconstruction. The winter chill over Yalington had receded, giving way to a vibrant spring that seemed to mirror the city's own rebirth. In the sun-drenched garden of the Larson family's grand estate, a woman with silver-streaked hair tended to a bed of blooming roses, her movements graceful and filled with a quiet joy. The haunted, vacant look that had plagued her eyes for two decades was gone, replaced by a serene clarity. This was Eleanor Smith,...