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... didn’t say anything else.
He just stood there, hands braced on the stone ledge, eyes fixed on the jagged horizon where the mountains tore open the sky.
A slight wind tugged at his jacket, ruffling his dark hair, carrying the faint scent of sandalwood and a hint of amber.
Silence stretched long enough that guilt pricked the back of my throat.
I shouldn’t have asked.
I’d pushed too far, too fast. His story was intimate, vulnerable—something he hadn’t owed me ...
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