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... gainst the front of his coat.
Carcel didn’t move to push her away. He stood solid as a rock in the middle of the garden path, his arms wrapped securely around her trembling form. He lifted one hand and began to stroke her hair. He patted the messy, reddish-brown curls, a rhythmic, soothing motion.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
"Shh," he whispered into her hair. "It’s alright. Just breathe."
He held her until the violent shaking of her shoulders began to subside, replaced by the ...
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