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Chapter Sixty-Five: Six Months

Author: Manuel
last update publish date: 2026-07-15 21:02:01

Lucian’s POV

Six months ago I stood in a clearing and said words I cannot take back.

I think about this sometimes, not with the weight I used to think about it, not the specific crushing weight of the first three months when thinking about the clearing meant thinking about her face and what I put on it. Now it sits differently. More like a fixed point I can look at from a distance and understand the shape of, the way you understand the shape of a scar after it has healed — present, permanent, p
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