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Licht's hold on your arm was fierce, grip strong and confident. It was a far cry from the little boy you had left behind on that snowy afternoon. "And where do you think you're going?" He asked, a frown marring his elegant features. His brow curved down and his eyes squinted just a fraction- had he puffed his cheek out too, it might look similarly to the pout he used to give when your childhood visits would end. But instead of the sullen acquiescence he would have normally given, this new Licht only held on tighter. "I don't believe I gave you permission to leave."
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