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... ingly on the same half-finished sentence for the third time in ten minutes. The rain had returned—soft, steady, drumming against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the 38th floor like it was trying to get inside her head. The bay outside looked flat and gray, the Elyrian Peaks swallowed by low cloud. Everything felt muted. Heavy. Wrong.
She hadn’t slept. Not really. She’d lain awake most of the night, replaying the kiss in Martin’s office over and over until her lips felt raw from the memor ...
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