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Chapter 9
Chapter 9 Harry held Charlie as he slept and wiped the tears from his own face. He trailed a finger down Charlie’s back, wondering at the network of scars and his life as a soldier. He didn’t look like a soldier, but that didn’t mean anything. He kissed Charlie’s head and closed his eyes. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how young Charlie had felt losing his whole family like that, but having held the man in his arms as he wept, he felt connected to him in a way he couldn’t explain and felt ill-equipped to deal with. Every moment that he spent with Charlie made him feel torn. He needed to get back on the road to Scarborough, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that his angel needed him. He dozed a little, keeping one eye on the huge clock on the mantel that was just about visible in the f
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