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A Familiar Look

Jack’s breath hitched as the man stepped into the ruin, his boots crunching against the sand. He moved with purpose, eyes scanning the dark interior. Then, suddenly, he stopped. His gaze locked onto Emma, his face twisting in shock. “No,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “That’s… impossible.” Emma’s pulse pounded. “Do you know me?”
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