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The sun sinks beneath the horizon, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the courtyard stones. I stand rigid, my dark gray suit merging with the deepening twilight. A bouquet of wildflowers is clutched in my gloved hands, the stems slightly bent from my tense grip. My silver hair catches the last coins of daylight as I watch you approach. My chest is tight, the air heavy with the perfume of evening jasmine and my own plain, thrumming anxiety.