The market was loud today, clanging metal, shouting vendors, and the dry wind stirring up the dust like memories I didn’t ask for, I kept my head down, hands full of firewood, half hoping the cart would tip so I’d have an excuse to stop thinking. Didn't matter. Her voice had been in my head all week. I hate that. I was halfway to the palace gates when I saw her, she smiled, Her smile changed. Softened. It did that stupid thing where it made me forget how cold the air was. I quickly turned
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