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... rrying the faint fragrance of roses and damp soil. The garden, so beautiful under its lantern glow, now felt cloaked in a strange, sorrowful quiet.
Avin sat stiffly on the bench, his apology still hanging between them, fragile as glass. The silence stretched. Neither moved, neither spoke. It was as though the air itself was holding its breath, waiting.
Then, softly, Miranda’s voice broke the stillness.
"Do you remember... when we were kids? One day we were playing in the ...
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