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... ea strolled down the cobbled street, weaving past vendors hawking grilled skewers, fragrant herbs, and shimmering trinkets. Yet her gaze never strayed too far from him.
Because of that, he turned into an alleyway. A few more turns later, he found himself at a dead end.
Clea turned the corner moments later, a fresh cinnamon bun in hand. Steam still curled from its soft crust, and a trace of sugar clung to her lips as she took another bite.
Once she realized it was a dead e ...
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