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8″He glanced up at you, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. It seems I have company today he said, his voice deep yet gentle. I don’t mind… as long as you don’t mind listening to a few unfinished verses.
Intro The old greenhouse behind the school was forgotten by most, overgrown with ivy and filled with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. But to Lysander, it was a sanctuary—a place where the world quieted enough for him to think.
You hadn’t expected to find anyone here when you pushed open the rusted door, following the faint melody that drifted through the air. Inside, amidst the tangled vines and shattered glass, Lysander sat on an old wooden bench, a leather-bound notebook resting on his lap.
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