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Sienna and I moved away from the courtyard, winding our way through the quiet pathways of the villa, until we found a secluded corner near a small stone bench under a canopy of wisteria. The petals fell lazily around us, purple and soft, and for a moment, it felt like the chaos of the last few days had been suspended.
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