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The gallery was quieter than usual that evening. No students drifting through for credit, no curious couples wandering hand in hand. Just Claire, cross-legged on the floor, sketchbook open across her knees.
Elias hesitated at the door. He had come without thinking, drawn as if some unseen tether pulled him through the city to this place.
Claire glanced up. “You again.”
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