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... id not turn around. His back faced the door, his shoulders slightly slumped the posture of someone who had carried a weight for far too long, a burden that should have been shared but was never truly spoken of. The dusk light slipped through the tall glass, breaking into pale streaks of orange that framed his silhouette. In that light, Demian looked thinner. More fragile. As if parts of him had been worn away by days that never offered answers.
Valerie stopped a few steps from the door. ...
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