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... y before rising: Grace’s shoulder, then Lucy, then Rose’s cheek. Each kiss was a promise to return. When he stepped outside, the orchard welcomed him: ribbons hung limp in the breeze, dew-stuck petals rested on the wooden planks, and blue mist curled at his feet like a living creature testing whether he might stir it awake again.
He walked barefoot to the old boundary line and paused. Beyond, the watchers waited , pale, shifting, distant. He pressed a hand to his chest and whispered, "Go ...
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