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... empty bed and the faint scent of him still pressed into the pillow beside me.
The morning light was pale and thin, barely past dawn. He had left sometime before the servants began stirring, slipping away like a ghost through the terrace doors or perhaps through the main door like he had every right to be there.
I did not know which. I only knew that when I reached across the mattress, the sheets beside me were cold.
The man slipped through my bed at midnight and left bef ...
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