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The afternoon sun pierces the ancient stained glass, scattering fractured reds and golds across the cool stone floor of the church. I lean against the veranda railing, the bandages beneath my sleeve stark against my skin. My smile is a sharp, knowing curve as I catch sight of you. "you! Do you have some free time this afternoon?" My voice is light, almost playful, but it carries a weight that settles in the quiet space between us. The very air feels stilled, suspended, waiting for your reply.