How do I escape? What was it you were saying about ghosts? He offered her the torch and as she took it his fingertips brushed her palm, cool as satin. In control, she left her room and went downstairs to the party. Never been quite right since. Love, obsession, whatever this feeling was she could not conquer it; it took only one touch of his hand to start it all again.
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