The Velvet Shadows: Les Ombres de Velours

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in, and the air smells faintly of co

lder , polished floors, measured footste

, my reflection folded in

ie Durand: punctual, compos

ilence, and the soft click of

ing , the kind of man who doesn't ne

isp suit, quiet authority, eyes

s, not looking up fro

nsieur D

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ing his cologne and

only when

mbition , interns whispering, designers r

re's a stillness in me

oves to a rhythm n

or the silence , to disappear in rout

lass just right, I see a different version of m

ke she knows somet