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... thing stirred, no sound but the soft rustle of wind beyond the window, no shadow that moved but the faint flicker of the dying candle. Everything was as it should be. And yet her heart thudded too fast, a wild, uneven rhythm that made her breath catch.
It wasn’t the room. It wasn’t the night. It was her.
The unease was inside her, quiet but unyielding. That mistrust, faint as a scar beneath new paint. She had buried it, covered it with tenderness and whispered forgiveness, but it ...
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