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... sciously clutching the ring that hung around my neck in my fist. I rolled out of bed, my hair a tangled mess, and held it up, idly rolling it between my fingers.
Luke...why did my heart leap at the thought of his face, of his smile? Whenever he drew near, I shied away, yet now, when we were distant, I yearned to see him. I’d read every page of the journal I’d found, spending hours poring over his handwriting, slowly working the words out. But it wasn’t enough. I didn’t know why, or what ...
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