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... felt something tighten in his chest.
This wasn’t just some hideout or lair, a temporary bolt-hole.
This was personal—roots buried deep in the soil of her past.
"Come," she said, tugging him gently forward, her black fingernails grazing his skin in a light, possessive touch.
She gave him a quiet tour, room by room, her steps light and reverent, as if walking through a museum of her own life.
Each one small, functional, but clean now under her power’s touch— ...
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