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The Spark and the Pact
The sun hung low in the sky as Abaddon and Aurelia strolled through the picturesque park, the soft rustling of leaves and distant laughter creating a serene ambiance. Abaddon donned his impeccable suit, the picture of control and power, as they strolled through the park. Aurelia wore a simple cardigan over a t-shirt with jeans. Abaddon, typically a man of few words, was unusually receptive, his eyes fixed on Aurelia, taking in every detail of her presence.
Aurelia smiled, feeling the weight of Abaddon's attention. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"
Abaddon nodded, his deep voice resonating through the air. "Indeed, it is. Perfect for a walk in the par
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