The Angel and the Mortician

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The morning sun cast a gentle glow upon the room, illuminating the remnants of their passionate night. As Lily stirred from her peaceful slumber, she felt a sense of calm and determination wash over her. The previous night had been an intoxicating blend of desire and connection, leaving her craving more even as the day beckoned them back to their mission. Stretching her limbs, she recalled the tender moments shared with Lucian, the way their bodies had entwined with a fervent hunger. Their bond had grown stronger, transcending physical pleasure to become a source of strength and inspiration. It was a force that fueled their resolve to overcome any obstacle that lay in their path. She rose from the bed, feeling a renewed sense of purpose coursing through her veins. She knew that the chall

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