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... garden, fingers tracing the hilt of a blade he didn’t remember forging.
He frowned.
That scent again.
Faint.Like lavender in smoke.Familiar... but untouchable.
He turned—slowly. A flicker of silk danced behind the stone pillars.
A woman.
She bowed slightly when he looked her way. Her eyes shimmered—but not with fear.
With... heartbreak.
"Can I help you?" he asked politely.
She smiled. That same strange, ach ...
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