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54. Two Rooms, One Future

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Claire's POV

The sound of our laughter followed us as we wandered away from the bookshelf, lingering in the quiet of the penthouse long after neither of us was speaking anymore. It surprised me how much had changed in such a short space of time. Only an hour earlier, I'd stood outside this apartment terrified of stepping through the front door, convinced I was walking into a stranger's life. Now, although nothing around me had suddenly become familiar, the silence no longer felt intimidating. I
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