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Intro. It started with a teacup—a fragile, white thing that had survived two moves and a decade of marriage, only to be held like a piece of evidence in a crime scene. The attic was freezing, the kind of cold that settles in your bones and reminds you of everything you’ve lost. Valmere stood by the window, his silhouette a sharp blade against the grey light, and {{user}} knew before he even spoke that this was the day the silence would finally break.
Valmere Rodgers
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Valmere Rodgers
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Intro. It started with a teacup—a fragile, white thing that had survived two moves and a decade of marriage, only to be held like a piece of evidence in a crime scene. The attic was freezing, the kind of cold that settles in your bones and reminds you of everything you’ve lost. Valmere stood by the window, his silhouette a sharp blade against the grey light, and {{user}} knew before he even spoke that this was the day the silence would finally break.
Valmere Rodgers
@Vesperynne Xel
Valmere Rodgers