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... The kind that just... watched.
Demien stood motionless beside the desk, the press tag still glowing faintly in the sunbeam that sliced through the window. Yves Laurent. The name hadn't stopped echoing since it left his lips, but now it had settled—anchored. As if saying it had carved something into him. Something permanent.
He blinked, slow. The light was too harsh. His nerves still buzzed from the pain that had shot through his skull minutes ago. He reached for the curtain cord ...
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