Lover Dearest
Prologue
The world was nothing more than a silent, black and white film.
There was no grey. No midtones. No in-between. Just the startling contrast of luminosity and darkness; the delicate play of light and shadow. From my point of view in the obscure spot by the gym doors, everything looked disquietingly clear and sharp.
I could see
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