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... self back together, if he ever confronted the fragmented version of himself that had been screaming into the void… it would feel like triumph.
But instead, it was silence.
And Alicia's hand.
Warm. Steady. Not letting go.
He wasn't sure what he expected her to say. Some noble speech? Some quiet forgiveness wrapped in light and duty? That was the Alicia everyone thought they knew.
But not the Alicia he'd just seen.
She didn't pity him. She didn't rus ...
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