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The wooden beams overhead were old and weathered, having seen countless seasons come and go.

A soft, orange light from the setting sun streamed through the gaps in the wood, casting a gentle glow over the entire space.

The sweet scent of the hay and the lingering scent of the earth below created a cocoon of comfort around us.

As I walked ahead, my foot brushed against something hard and cold.

I bent down, pushing aside a layer of hay, revealing a small bag.

Curious, I opened it.

The bag contained chunks of a strange, crystalline material, each shard shimmering with a mesmerizing, otherworldly light.

I held one in my hand, watching as it emitted a gentle pulsating light that danced on my skin, casting refracted rainbows.

The texture of the crystal was unlike anything I had ever felt — cool, smooth, and somehow alive.

“Madison, what did you find?” Lorik’s voice was close, his breath warm against my neck.

“It looks like the Anto’skar,” I whispered, handing him a shard.

Its glow seemed to intensify in his hand, reflecting in his eyes.

The cool sensation of the shard was at odds with the heat of his palm, creating a play of contrasts that was both thrilling and unsettling.

He took two small pieces and handed one to me.

“What’s this for?” I asked.

“A souvenir,” he said. “A reminder of how desperate life can be.”

We tucked the pieces in our pockets.

He looked at me, a sense of realization dawning in his eyes. “If it wasn’t for you, I might have been naive enough to buy that mine, thinking I’d struck gold,” he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you for your insight, Madison.”

There was an intensity in his gaze, a magnetic pull that drew me to him.

The scent of his skin, a mix of spices and musk, was intoxicating.

I felt the brush of his lips against mine, a gentle, tentative touch that soon deepened into something more profound.

The taste of him, like a heady blend of the unknown and familiar, was utterly intoxicating.

We lay down amidst the soft hay, the world around us fading as we became lost in each other.

The sensation of the hay against my skin, the rhythmic sounds of our breathing, and the heat that passed between us — it was an overwhelming sensory experience.

Hours seemed to pass like minutes.

The barn, illuminated only by the soft glow of the shards, felt like a world apart.

It was a space of intimacy where time seemed to stand still.

As we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I felt a deep sense of contentment.

The world outside, with its dangers and uncertainties, felt distant.

All that mattered was the present, the incredible connection between us.

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