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The old fortune teller gripped her hand. “You’ve loved him before.”
She laughed. “Who?”
The woman only smiled.
Days later, she met him at a party. The moment their hands touched, memories crashed over her—a wedding beneath cherry blossoms, a farewell at a harbor, a promise whispered in the dark.
He blinked, stunned. “Do I…know you?”
Awe filled her eyes. “Not yet.”
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