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... s had left an hour ago. Maybe two. I had lost track of time. I sat in my chambers, in the chair by the window, my hands folded in my lap, my eyes on the door. I did not read. I did not write. I did not do anything except sit and wait for her to come back.
The room felt wrong without her. It had felt wrong for days.
I had missed her. Quietly, persistently, the way you miss something that was always there and is suddenly not. The way you miss a sound you did not know you were liste ...
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