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Chapter 25 Where Words Take Root
Liana didn't believe in fairy tale settings-but this place, this quiet bookstore café tucked between two brownstones, felt like it had been plucked from a dream she didn't know she had.
Damien had chosen it, of course.
The walls were lined with cracked spines and first editions. Low lamps cast pools of golden light over weathered tables. The faint
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