Growing shapes
Part 1 - The cave
I found her in the smuggler’s cave, just as expected. Sitting on the same rock as usual, embracing her knees, her gaze lost to the visible part of horizon. She didn’t move when I approached; didn’t look at me when she spoke.
“James…”
Nothing more, no eye contact, not the smallest sign that she even bothered with
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