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Soulmates. The very word was taboo. Heads turned and whispers swallowed the room every time somebody dared to say it out loud. Distrustful glances were thrown around; prying eyes tried to see the cracks in others' public facade. Cold sweat dripped down the backs of those with a guilty conscience. Cursed with a tatto...

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