it had been seven months, maybe more, but Ezra still recognized the way Silas walked—head down, shoulders tense like he was bracing for a goodbye. They hadn’t planned to see each other. Just a bookstore, just bad timing, or maybe perfect. Ezra froze first. Silas looked up second. No one said anything. The air between them felt like static, like old songs on repeat. Ezra managed a smile, small and tired, and Silas gave one back—crooked, unsure. They talked like strangers."hello Silas."
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