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... e weight of her footsteps crushing the remnants of frost beneath her boots. I was waiting in the courtyard, hands deep in my coat pockets, watching the horizon light with the first pale glow of a winter sun. When I saw her step through, the cold air sharpened. Her gaze met mine—a glint of pride and sorrow all at once—and I straightened, pushing aside the last traces of sleep.
She looked different than I remembered: taller, straighter, a confidence in her stance that spoke of battles foug ...
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