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... er gray eyes study me, calm but determined, as if she’s preparing herself for the weight of her own words.
"Do you not remember meeting me months ago?" she asks.
I hesitate.
Because I should say no.
I don’t remember meeting her.
At least, I shouldn’t.
But something holds me back.
Because for months, she’s been there. In my dreams, in the flashes of memory that don’t make sense. I remember the way her skin glowed under the moonlight, the war ...
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