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... th the chilly sky, and the night was calm. As I turned, my muscles tensed reflexively at the sight of him, and the wind rustled through my garments with a slight shiver.
Mark.
His face was partially in shade as he stood a few meters away, just out of the faint streetlamp's reach. Seeing him here, on this bridge—this location of endings—had an unsettling quality. It was impossible to determine whether he was amused or dead serious because of the same unreadable expression on his f ...
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