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The brooch in his pocket seems to burn against him. He remembers the bathhouse with such horrifying clarity that he can practically smell the soap. The comb passing through his hair once, twice, a third unnecessary time. His good shirt. The mud wiped painstakingly from his boots. Standing at the foot of the mountain like some fucking idiot imagining her choosing Hayden, Ryis, Balor—imagining her choosing anyone but him—because he had been so thoroughly, spectacularly certain that being given a Star Brooch meant what a Star Brooch has meant for as long as he can remember.
March wants the mountain to open and swallow him.
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When the farmer unknowingly invites March on the most romantic night of the year, a misunderstanding, a picnic and months of unresolved tension ensure they end up seeing considerably fewer shooting stars than planned.