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A Gift or A Curse
Lucan slowly cleared his throat, and Adeline gave a small, nervous laugh as she slowly moved away from his embrace. Her cheeks and ears were bright red, and she averted his gaze lest he could see that she had genuinely enjoyed the warmth of his embrace, and thenintent behind her hug had become less selfless. Lucan cleared his throat again, his chest slightly heaving as he looked up to her. He was not quite sure what to say, and despite his conscious efforts to say something, he could not bring himself to. The last time he had been held like that was when his sister was going to be shipped off to Corvalon. Claude... she was somehow always there, but she just was never like this. Yes, she tried, but... He shook his head, and before he could bring himself to say something, he turned away a
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