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... ory, but like something pressed into the skin—an afterimage I couldn't blink away. The forest, the sound of the bell, the shimmer of the stream... and her. Not a face, not a voice. Just her presence. Like a name I should have known.
I didn't write it down.
I didn't need to.
For the first time since all of this began, I felt certain of something.
She was real.
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At the university, the air felt heavier than usual. A low fog had settled across the l ...
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