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... ear kind of crying, full-on sobbing, the kind that shakes your whole body and makes it hard to breathe.
It took me a moment to remember where I was, my room, the penthouse.
Safe.
But the dream, no, the memory, clung to me like smoke, refusing to dissipate.
I’d seen it all, felt it all, lived through it as if I’d been there.
As if I’d been ’him’.
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The room was smaller than I expected, intimate, a circular table surrounded by advisors. Peo ...
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