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Pádraig Barry (PJ)
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The light was low in the room where they had once danced, and the cold came not from winter but from her absence. He remembered how even the air had seemed to lean toward her. Now, the curtains hung still, untouched by breeze, and the cold pressed in like memory, quiet and unrelenting.
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2025-08-30T11:40:07.108Z