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... r in her hands felt thinner somehow—fragile, like the memory itself might tear if she held it too tightly.
Except it wasn’t whole.
The edges were jagged, as if someone had ripped it apart in anger. Ink bled across the page in violent strokes of red—thick, aggressive, merciless.
A man loomed beside the desk, close to her younger self. Far too close.
His shadow swallowed the small figure seated in the chair, his finger stabbing down toward the page as if he were pin ...
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