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It was not the Lumière of her childhood to which she had returned, and it never would be again. How could it? After everything they had gone through? Too much had changed.
The city. The world.
Her.
Some scars simply could not—should not—be painted over. Not even with all the power to shape creation’s design at your beck and call.
They would remain, but so would you.
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or: With Gustave's help, Verso learns to let go.
// a canon divergent exploration of what it means to be alive and the reasons we find to continue. tomorrow comes.
Bookmarked by RmpSpark
10 Aug 2025
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Expedition 33 verstave must read
