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... my grandmother whose romantic advice included "die poetically if you must" I'd decided that maybe, maybe, I would stop avoiding Elyzara like she was made of enchanted lava and social anxiety.
I would say hi.
That was it. One syllable. Simple.
Not a confession. Not a declaration of destiny. Just... hi.
And yet, as I stood outside the main corridor of the eastern wing Elyzara's usual morning route, precisely calculated down to the minute I found myself pinned to the ...
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