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She tasted like hope and home.

And of something else entirely.

Tristesse.

The French word for sadness came from nowhere, bathed in its own truth, but it was too soon to pay good mind to it and too late to want it different.

‘Only now, Lucien,’ she whispered. ‘I know it is all that each of us can promise, but it is enough.’