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smaller than I remembered. Thinner. Less charisma. More damage.
His hair was unkempt, his face hollowed, his clothes rumpled.
He was not the brilliant, magnetic young architect from Seattle. He was just a man who had spent five years standing inside a lie and could already feel the walls flexing.
“You found her,” he said.
Not you found me.
Her.
“Our little continue reading …
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