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... that lined the long reflecting pool. Streams of water rose at intervals, sending gentle splashes into the shallow basin as ripples spread outward. The air was cool, laced with faint hints of damp earth and stone.
Near the fountain sat three young men.
Elías tilted his head. "Ven, what do you think true love is?"
Vencian truly had no answer. As Luke, the question had never found shape in his life. There had been moments of attraction, quick and fleeting, yet when they pas ...
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