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... in softly through the small window, muted by the dust that clung to the glass. It was morning.

Ros blinked against the thin, gray dawn, her senses slowly coming to life. There was warmth beneath her, a lingering heat where his body had been. She sat up, the sheets slipping away, her hand brushing across the empty space beside her. He was gone.

Of course, he was. What did you expect, Ros? She thought, the corners of her mouth twitching into a small, sad smile. She wasn't surprised ...

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