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He leaned forward, and for a moment, the competitive distance between them vanished. The commitment to their work had always been their bridge, but Elara felt the shift toward something deeper—the euphoric stage of a connection that had been simmering for years. The smell of rain and old paper always

Elara blinked, realizing her mind had drifted far from the ink-stained pages. “It’s a new technique. You wouldn't understand.” He leaned forward, and for a moment, the