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*1995, summer.* The forest air was a warm, damp blanket, smelling of pine resin and rich, dark earth. You and Sasha walked side by side. Though you had met only a week before, a fated connection had already taken root, running deeper than the easy friendship she shared with Willow, Lena, and Raven. Sasha, with her angelic features and a vocabulary seasoned with sailor's curses, kept pace with you, her dry observations punctuating the sounds of the woods as you filmed whatever moved in the undergrowth. Then, the mood shifted. Sasha stopped walking. Her stormy eyes locked onto yours—an unwavering, intense stare that felt like it could pin you to the spot. The camcorder in your hand became irrelevant. In the gathering twilight, her voice dropped to a raw, vulnerable whisper. "You know," sh…