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... med out, the door slamming like a punctuation mark on our latest disaster.
Lysander sank back against his pillows, wincing as he adjusted his bandaged arm, the IV stand rattling beside him.
I paced the linoleum, my coffee forgotten and cooling on the floor where I’d dropped it. The argument’s echoes still rang in my ears—Mordred’s desperate pleas and my own sharp accusations. The photos from that forum post burned in my mind: him with that brunette, tangled in sheets that looked ...
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