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... ven now, she still remembered the faint tremble in her body.
She pinched her palm hard with her fingertips, felt the pain, and skimmed her gaze over the beams of dusk, once again landing on the man sitting by the wall.
He was hidden in the junction of light and shadow, his contours as cold and hard as a sculpture, his fingertips repeatedly rubbing... a black chess piece.
It was indeed Noah Grant.
However, how could it be?
It was just another dream, or perh ...
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