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lines & clearings

Penulis: Marlize Beneke
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The clearing held its breath in that strange, attentive way the world sometimes does when a choice is about to be made, as if even the leaves knew that whatever happened next would mark the soil. Morning light filtered through the alder branches in long, pale ladders that did not quite reach the ground, and motes hung in the slants like small, indifferent planets. I stood with my fingers threaded through Jaxon’s, feeling the contained strength in his hand and the heat that lived under his skin, and I willed my heartbeat to slow enough that I could listen past it.Savannah’s smile looked lacquered on, glossy and cold, and yet there was nothing playful in the angle of her chin. She stood just ahead of the man who had come with her, a broad-shouldered stranger whose features the light refused to resolve fully, as if the morning itself did not want to give him away. He held himself like someone used to crossing other people’s thresholds without permission. His eyes scanned us in a way that
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