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The castle stood silver and still under the moon, the ancient ivy a ladder of shadows leading to my window. Inside the gloom, I waited, the sensitive cords from my ears tensing at every rustle. When your shape finally hauled itself over the sill, I swung the pane open without a sound. My dark eyes softened as I pulled you from the night into my arms, my hand rising to cradle the line of your jaw. "My love," I whispered, the words thick with all the stolen evenings of this fleeting season. "Are you alright?"