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... eaning against the tall windows, his silhouette cutting a sharp, dark notch into the setting sun, and I felt that familiar jolt of recognition followed immediately by a glitch in the matrix.
He didn’t look like the man who’d tried to force himself on me in the park. The one whose hands I could still feel like a phantom bruise on my skin. That version of him had been desperate, frantic, losing his grip. This man had something in him filed down, or maybe just sharpened to a lethal point. < ...
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