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... . His shoulders were straight, his gait calm. I could still feel the light warmth of his hand where he had touched my forearm. It was just a brush, but it resonated within me. No one touched me like that, with that precise intention that was neither possession nor roughness.
We walked side by side in a secondary corridor, more silent. The sounds of mourning and politeness seemed to belong to another world. Here, there was only the rustling of my dress and the muffled sound of our steps o ...
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