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... , her eyes darker than the night, silent for a while, then let out a long sigh.
The night breeze gently blew, lifting her strands of hair, concealing the emotions beneath her eyes.
Eleanor whispered, "I haven’t decided yet."
She understood the issues between herself and Alaric Faulkner. If she chose Alaric, it would mean walking a path strewn with thorns ahead of them.
This wasn’t a decision that could be made on impulse alone. It involved many people and things, ...
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