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... ertain steps gave away no intent to hide. A late evening breeze slipped through the narrow opening.
The day I first met you is still so vivid in my memory. If I had to put it into words, I could recount every small gesture of yours, the changing expressions on your face, even the dusk settling over the training grounds, down to the very last detail. If I were to capture it in a painting, I could render each strand of your flowing hair, even the long shadow cast by the scarecrow.
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