In the Hollow of Her Heart

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walls. But curiosity h

ked glass, blurred headlights smearing the streets in molten gold. H

houette remin

glass. Her notebook lay abandoned, her coffee cold. Her fingers trace

ripped away her practiced detachment, the

w easily he

buzzed, st

in a hurry. Didn't get to

ulse

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ance flickered re

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ed her lips before

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n: To

er blinds, but the hollow ache w

But somehow, Lucian was al

d if that terrified her