Ashes Of The Same Fire

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se of

throat as reality close

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on her finger. That s

, yes. But now?

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ands moved on instinct, securing, checking, rechecking. Then she sat on the fl

r phone... then

cream. To ask why. To beg hi

the reason he

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in the silence,

have w

e city, at the tower

em. Amara stormed down the polished marble steps, her heels clicking like gunshots agains

in angry bursts. Her perfectly styled curls were unraveling. Her makeu

felt this kind

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. and still believed she wa

the darkness, watching the moonlig

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. she wasn't af