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... too sharp to be peace, too breathless to be relief.
Not the immediate kind—those came with breathless awe, like an applause being held for just a beat too long. No, I mean the silence after everything has been said, done, and bled. The kind of silence that presses cold fingers against the base of your spine and whispers, Now what?
Julius and I stared at each other for a long, tremulous moment across the wreckage of the once-glamorous pleasure suite. My hair was matted with sweat ...
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