In the quaint town of Edinburgh, where the fog rolled in like a thick blanket, and the street lamps cast a golden glow, there seemed to be no room for whispers of the past. However, for Emily Hendry, the memories of her childhood friend, Wendy Nairn, lingered like an unrelenting mist. The two had grown up among the cobblestone streets, in the warmth of their mother’s loving home. The laughter, the tears, and the experiences they shared were an intricate tapestry Emilys heart treasured.

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