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... ghtly, though she tried to keep them still. The corridors felt unusually long and cold, the echo of her own footsteps making her heart pound faster. She could still feel Ivan’s presence lingering in the air, as if he had left a mark on the walls, on the floor, on her very skin. Every step away from the corridor felt heavier, as though each stride pulled at the strings of her heart.
She wrapped her arms around herself, though it didn’t help. Her pulse was loud in her ears, a chaotic drum ...
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