Their Melody
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She looked away-toward the windows. "I can hear your heart," she said quietly.
He wasn't sure how to respond, so he said nothing, and drained his tea, even as it burned his mouth. "When I sleep," she murmured, "I can hear your heart beating through the stone."
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