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But deep down, I knew. My heart wasn’t breaking because of the case. It wasn’t guilt alone. It was love. Too late, too broken, too poisoned by pride.
Seraphina was gone. And the truth I never dared admit tore me apart: she had truly loved me, and I had destroyed her.
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