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37 | Innocent Longing

Ibzan pushed through the crowd of excited people, murmuring, β€œExcuse me,” as he passed. A few shoulders bumped into him, bodies brushing by, but he kept his gaze loweredβ€”determined not to look at anyone.

Reaching up the hallway, he released a soft breath. There was no person. He felt relieved, being away from the crowd, the sweaty bodies and the thunder of music.

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