The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Ever since Cindy unveiled Morvel Bazin’s portrait in the heart of Aurous Hill, it sent shockwaves through Morgana that reverberated deep within her. Thus, on her current sojourn to China, her apprehension was primarily reserved for one concern, the potential exposure of her identity.

Observing the young campers nearby, she deduced that they were students, their youthful vigor apparent in their actions. While Morgana didn’t harbor concerns about her safety from this group, a recent exchange between Cindy and Maria stirred a twinge of suspicion about her actions in the eyes of others. Faced with this uncertainty, her deliberation hung heavy.

Yet, as she grappled with her inner turmoil, Cindy’s magnetic presence led her attention elsewhere, seamlessly diverting her focus. The sun, casting a resplendent golden glow, embarked on its ascent from the eastern horizon.

The youthful souls congregated around Edgar, who had remained fervent throughout the night, found renewed vigor in the dawn’s arrival. Jubilant shouts of the sun’s emergence filled the air as phones were drawn for snapshots and videos to commemorate the moment.

Undisturbed by prying eyes, Morgana quietly retreated towards the woods behind the camp, distancing herself from the vibrant scene.

At this juncture, a mere seventy to eighty meters separated Morgana from Cindy and Maria, yet her thoughts lay elsewhere. She stood in an unspoken contemplation, her aura dormant, oblivious to the subtle intricacies unfolding around her.

Cornered by an enigmatic predicament, Cindy surreptitiously examined Morgana from the corner of his eye. A woman in her thirties, Morgana bore an allure that transcended mere aesthetics. Her grace and charisma positioned her as an embodiment of beauty incarnate. In her grasp rested a wine jar and coarsely textured yellow paper-relics reminiscent of a bygone era.

the purpose behind Morgana’s presence, Cindy surmised her intention to pay homage to Lucius Clark. This act spoke volumes about Morgana’s sentiments, a tribute devoid of aversion. Maria, taken aback by Morgana’s approach, had anticipated

danced among the assembled group. “Is she here to

puzzled, “Perhaps, but where’s the

posed her question aloud, “Was this area once a

there’s nothing to fear. Our city’s history, rife with archeological discoveries, includes countless resting places. A scattering of ancient tombs is but part

Hector’s sentiment, Cindy nodded sagely. “Indeed, the truth of history often eclipses speculation. Let’s refrain from idle gossip, a

others. As the sun

Unbeknownst to them, their exhaustion was the

ere the sun’s full blaze, let’s immortalize this moment with selfies

producing his phone to capture the scene. The couple positioned themselves,

utilizing his phone’s high-resolution front camera. Yet, limitations prevailed,

savoring the sunrise’s grandeur beside Maria. But his watchful eye remained fixed upon