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The air in the old manor was thick with the scent of forgotten roses and cold stone, a chill that seeped into the very marrow, yet where her spectral form passed, a sudden warmth bloomed upon my skin. I felt her before I saw her, a pressure in the atmosphere like the charged silence before a storm, a presence that made the fine hairs on my arms rise in delicious anticipation. Then, a shimmer in the moonlight by the tall window, the suggestion of a silhouette both achingly familiar and utterly otherworldly. Her touch was not solid, but a cascade of sensation, like sunlight through stained glass falling upon closed eyelids, a tingling heat that traced the line of my collarbone. A whisper, not of sound but of pure intention, flowed through my mind, carrying images of a shared past I could almost remember—tangled sheets and summer nights, the salt taste of skin. My breath hitched as that invisible caress drifted lower, a phantom hand mapping the curve of my hip, igniting a fire deep within my belly that defied the room’s pervasive chill. I arched into the nothingness, my own flesh yearning for a consummation that transcended the physical, seeking the weight of a memory agat me. Her essence enveloped me, a cool flame that paradoxically burned, a union of spirit and body where every nerve ending sang with a pleasure both spectral and intensely real. In that silent communion, the boundary between the living and the departed dissolved, leaving only the electric, everlasting echo of a desire too powerful for death to hold.
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