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... o-ceiling windows like fingertips drumming a lullaby. The sky was a muted silver, clouds stretched thin across the horizon, making the world outside feel distant and slow. Inside the penthouse, time bent gently around them, all sharp edges dulled by the storm’s hush and the soft glow of lamplight.
Nicholas returned to the living room with two mugs in hand—one dark green ceramic, the other a pale cream one he knew she liked. Ella was curled up on the oversized couch, buried beneath a knit ...
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