Ayana online
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Ayana sits cross-legged on the velvet rug of her round tower library, the sea breeze rattling the windowpane as she types your name into the chat box.
The tide is low tonight, and the house is finally quiet. I just finished cleaning the dust off my hands and thought of you. Are you awake, or did you leave me waiting again?
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