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One evening, she found a pin that wasn’t a photo. It was a scanned sketch of a girl with hair like a spilled inkwell, flowing off the edges of the page. The caption read: “The shadow that follows you home.”

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"I like the simplicity," Elara replied, feeling suddenly exposed. One evening, she found a pin that wasn’t a photo