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Chapter 241: The Winter of Small Things
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Time became something different after the fifth book.Not a river—rivers moved too quickly, too urgently. Time became a garden. Something that grew and changed and needed tending. Something that rewarded patience.I woke one morning and realized I'd been with Celeste for seven years.Seven years since the gala. Seven years since she'd sent a drink across a crowded room and watched me try not to drown."You're staring," she said.We were in bed. The morning light was grey—autumn again, or maybe winter. The seasons had begun to blur together, each one beautiful in its own way."I'm counting.""Counting what?""The years. The days. The moments." I reached for her hand. "Seven years since I walked into your life wearing a borrowed identity and a rehearsed smile.""Seven years since I let you.""You let me?""I opened the door." She smiled. "You walked through."I kissed her knuckles. "Lucky for you.""Lucky for us."The dog in question was asleep at the foot of the bed, snoring softly. Hi
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