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... lung to your skin like a jealous lover, unwilling to let go.
My boots clicked against the stone floor, each step a deliberate note to a song only I could hear.
Brutus lumbered behind me while Atticus led the way, his wiry form darting forward with the eager skitter of a spider who’d just spotted a juicy fly.
I could feel the giddy little spark in my chest, fizzing like cheap champagne, bubbling up at the thought of what awaited us.
I shivered, not from the chill b ...
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