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... ill clinging to her skin like a ghost that refused to let go. Though the music had long faded, its echo, the haunting rhythm of their waltz, played over and over in her mind.
Every step, every glance, every breath had carved itself into her memory, as if fate had decided she wasn’t ready to forget. No matter how much she tried to reason with herself, her heart would not obey logic. Richard Jing was dead. She had seen the reports, the graves, the mourning banners. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝 ...
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