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Chapter Fifty-Four: Damien at the Bottom

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(Damien's POV)

I stood in that car park until my legs reminded me I was standing.

The magazine cover was in my hand and the grey morning was doing its grey morning thing around me and I was not aware of any of it. Not the cold. Not the cars. Not the sound of the city carrying on the way it always carried on, entirely indifferent to the specific weight of what a person was holding in a car park on a Monday morning.

The photograph on the cover was her.

Bronze dress. Paris preview. And beside her,
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