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... ins clung to the windows like bruised lovers; the chandelier above trembled slightly, as if even it knew something unholy was about to happen.
And then he stepped in.
Aiden.
Not dead. Not a ghost. Not quite a man anymore either.
Ash-gray hair, longer than she remembered. It framed his face like smoke around a fire that refused to die. She should’ve gasped. Should’ve screamed. Should’ve run.
Instead, Flora whispered, "John said you were dead."
Soft. ...
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