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Chapter 17 Every Touch a Confession
The night air was heavy with the scent of rain, though the skies had yet to open. Celene stood on the balcony of her apartment, arms folded, eyes on the blur of headlights below. The city looked like it was holding its breath-just like her.
A soft knock came from her front door.
She didn't move.
A pause, then another knock-firmer this time. She
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