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Elena didn't look up; she knew the cadence. Julian, a silver-haired historian with a penchant for worn linen jackets and bad coffee, had been bringing her "hopeless cases" for three months.

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"No," Julian said, his hand covering hers on the workbench. His thumb brushed against her knuckles, a deliberate, grounding pressure. "I want you to keep it. I realized today that I’m tired of looking at things through glass cases. I’d rather be the person making the marks." Elena didn't look up; she knew the cadence