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... lighter in his hand. The cool night breeze brushed against his face, soothing him from the outside, yet inside, a storm churned. Leaning against the railing, he studied the lighter—the last remnant he had of Matteo.
"What did you keep from me, Matteo?" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "You never mentioned it... not even while taking your last breath." A deep ache gripped his heart, one he couldn’t voice. Every time he thought of Matteo, it left him feeling hollow, weighed down, a ...
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