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... d his hand and spun him onto the wet grass. It was clumsy at first, two mismatched steps, a near-slip, Meical’s firm grip yanking him steady.
But then Min-jae tugged again, and soon they were moving together in uneven circles, the storm becoming their music.
From the tall windows of the manor, the maids who had been clearing the dining hall stopped in their tracks. One by one, they edged closer to the glass, peering through the rain-speckled panes.
"Is that... the master? ...
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