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, but the moment she stepped through the wrought i

ones. Her wrist itched beneath her sleeve - the mark she'd carrie

ell herself it

dows that didn't always seem still. She wasn't sure why she came back, only

ame th

d the door, he

istakably him. His eyes searched hers, not for re

of his shirt, just enough to reveal th

kipped. The

ening agai

nt - not fully. But deep in

that never

lways be