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He was there at dusk, without his soldiers, without his cloak. Just a man in a simple tunic, the fading light gilding his brown hair. Cassandra stood frozen, the wrapped jug heavy in her hands. His presence in her family's space, under the ancient fig tree, felt like a violation and an invitation she hadn't uttered.
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