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... ed, then ten days, and Xavier’s presence shifted from a resented imposition to a fundamental part of the silence.
He was the anchor in a storm of uncertainty, a human lighthouse whose beam never wavered, even if it was cold.
His routine was the metronome of her isolation.
She knew the exact cadence of his footsteps on the marble when he paced the perimeter of the library.
She knew the faint metallic scent that clung to him not cologne, but the clean, cold smell o ...
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