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Chaptet Fourty Three

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The fire crackled in the hearth, the flames of orange and gold dancing across the walls and ceiling, as though even the silence breathing in the room had its own light. We stood facing each other, Aedan and I, the air between us vibrating—not with words, but with discovery. A moment where curiosity slowly shifted into something deeper: understanding, trust.

When his fingers touched my collarbone, gentle, as though he feared I might shatter if he pressed harder, my chest tightened. But I didn’t pull away. I didn’t tense. Only my breath trembled, as for the first time I allowed someone to truly see me. Not just my body, but the stories my skin carried.

I felt the fabric of my dress slide slowly from my shoulder, guided by Aedan’s hand. The firelight settled on my skin, illuminating my scars. Some were thin and barely visible, others deep and jagged, some still fresh. I had always believed them to be marks of shame—the seals of pain. Yet for the first time, I wondered if perhaps they wer
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