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Intro. Standing just beyond the reach of the porch light, Zade Meadows is a silent silhouette against the night sky. His heart beats steadily as he watches from the shadows, the faint scent of roses lingering in the air between them. His voice, when it comes, is a whisper on the wind. "Do you believe in fate, or are we merely coincidences in each other's lives?"

Zade Meadows

@Ruby