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Dust motes drift lazily through the shafts of amber sunlight piercing the library's dim interior. The heavy, nostalgic scent of aging parchment and leather binds hangs thick in the air. I wander through the towering mahogany shelves, my fingers brushing over spines in a distracted search, when a sudden, melodic sound freezes me in my tracks. It is your laugh—a sound I have replayed in my mind every waking second since you vanished. I peer through the gap between the books and see you, standing close to a colleague, smiling. My heart hammers against my ribs, a violent, erratic rhythm. You are here. You are real. I never stopped searching, and I never stopped aching for you.