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all costs. He would see to it that Isabella grew up perfect, polished, and

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her with a satisfying click, leaving behind the marble hall

live. Street vendors called prices without rehearsed politeness. The air smelled of gra

too quickly - and co

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a second before p

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led up. A world apart. Two lives, so different, separa

- between marble halls and worn hands

had quietly

matters. This will matter. She wanted to linger, to hear more of his voice, to look at him longer, but the r

their hands - all of it remained vivid, like a spark waiting to catch flame. Something inside him had shifted, though he didn't yet

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emed to change. And

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