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... himself, barely more than an exhale, "I have to convince her..."
His voice slipped into the dim room like a secret he wished he didn’t have to say out loud.
A slow breath left him. His shoulders dropped. His fingers unconsciously brushed the side of his bed as if anchoring himself to something steady.
"...Fine."
The chandelier overhead burned softly, its warm glow casting long, slanted shadows across the stone walls—shadows that stretched and twisted like silent ...
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