﹙ the low, resonant cadence of strife’s voice carried through the alcove, shattering whatever fragile composure castorice still possessed. for weeks, a suffocating frost had settled between them, an unspoken exchange of averted gazes and carefully measured distance.
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﹙ extracting any coherent symbolism from that dream was a luxury utterly outside grasp. one could argue his intellect had simply played a sophisticated trick on him, or that it was merely the fundamental, animalistic drive to experience tactile intimacy as his »
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