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The Wrong Turn

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LYSANDER'S POV:

I find Celestine in the kitchen.

She is standing at the counter, pouring hot water into a teapot, her back to me. She is wearing one of my old sweaters and a pair of leggings and her feet are bare on the cold stone floor. Her hair is pulled back in a loose bun and there is a smudge of flour on her cheek from earlier, when she was baking bread.

She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

"What was that noise outside?" she asks, not turning around. "It sounded like someone y
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