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Chapter 70: Fingers Almost Touche
Author: Clare Felix
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Inside the Aetheria Institute, life had become study-grey. Grey buildings, grey mood, grey conversations laced with insinuation and suggestion. But at night, Sophia went to a world painted in the hot reds and oranges of sunset and the deep, blue-velvety blues of twilight, a world whose color palette was forever altered by the rainbow-colored glow of a tiny lantern.

The lantern was more than light; it was a secret, a promise. That it was shared by them on these evening meetings was a third person, an unseen witness to the insidious, inexorable evolution of their relationship. Their conversation, which used to be about survival and the stark disparity of their lives, now branched out into more personal territories, attracted by the lantern's golden shafted circle.

Leo was silent one evening, his sharp eyes thoughtful as he gazed at the fire through the colored glass. "You never tell me about your mother," he spoke softly, not looking at her.

It was a question cast into the silence of th
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