peculiarus
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Alice Ambrose walked into his life all beauty and bliss, fingertips like silk threads weaving solace into sorrow, mending a heart too long fractured by its own weight. She was both balm and fire-soft enough to soothe, fierce enough to awake
Short Story (rewritten Sep-2025)
Rowan Laslow / Original Character
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