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    The realization, when it came, was not a lightning strike. It was slow, methodical, almost seductively lazy. One moment, he was so certain that his anger stemmed only from the fact that she had kept such a secret from him on purpose. The next, he knew, without any room for error, that he was so angry because it was not anger at all, but love.

    He was in love with Penelope Featherington. Had maybe been in love with her every day that he had known her, but had simply been too stupid or blind to realize it. And now, she was in love with a man who was not him. Who would never be him. Who could never be him. He felt something settle in the pit of his stomach, a seed of anguish taking root in his chest cavity.

    Two days later, in an alleyway in Italy, he threw up a pile of daffodil flowers and received a death sentence in one swift blow.

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