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Seventy one

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Elara's POV

The flat was different without Caden. Quieter in a way I hadn't expected, because Caden wasn't loud. He moved through spaces efficiently, spoke when he had something to say, left when there was nothing further to do. He had not been a loud presence. But his absence had a specific shape to it, the way all absences had shapes once you noticed them.

I noticed it most in the mornings. The kitchen without his maps on the table. The second coffee cup that didn't appear. Renn looking at hi
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  • The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate   Seventy one

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