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... rough the world, through cities and stories, through flesh and faith. But one thing it couldn’t touch—was us.
Not because we were untouched. We weren’t.
We were torn, bruised, bitten, broken.
But something deeper stayed.
I met her before the fall.
Lena.
She used to laugh with her whole body, like the joy couldn’t be contained in just her mouth.
We weren’t lovers at first. Just survivors.
Then we were fighters. Then friends. Then mor ...
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