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when a kiss felt like this—like intoxication itself, like madness, so terribly impious and yet so purely, completely divine—it had to be stopped, and quickly, or else it would set fire to her every thought.
“Anywhere.” A different life, a different world, somewhere under different stars. Any place but here and now. “Nowhere.”
“Write me a tragedy, Lev Fedorov,”
Solnyshko, the note said. The plan was always that the sun would rise.
