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Chapter 39

Author: InkHeart
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February settled over the city like something that had decided to stay.

Not the aggressive cold of January. That had been sharp and purposeful, the kind of cold that had an opinion about you. February was different. Quieter. The kind of cold that simply existed, gray and patient, the city moving through it with the resigned efficiency of people who had accepted that winter was going to take its time and had stopped arguing about it.

I found I didn't mind.

February had always been my least
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