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... gainst the polished wood like the rustle of silk in a quiet chapel during morning prayer.
Small, pale fingers wrapped around it.
"Thank you," Pontus murmured, lowering his gaze as he bowed his head toward the figure standing across from him.
Alpheo made no reply. He raised his own cup with deliberate slowness, took a long, quiet sip, and set it back down with precision. His eyes never left Pontus’s face.
After a moment of silence thick enough to weigh on the chest ...
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