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... atching late light and giving it back in softer pieces. John sat on the bench facing the fountain, hands folded, breath steady, watching the spray turn gold then clear then gold again. He had swept and scrubbed and put the little house to rights until it felt like a place that could hold a future without wincing. Now he waited, one palm over the pocket where the twin stone rested warm.
Sera came like the answer to a question he had asked the city under his breath. White temple linen bene ...
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