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Aldric looked at Lena’s statue. For the first time, his eyes focused. "What is she reaching for?"

Lena knelt beside him. "The Lust Grimm isn't about love. It's about the shape of a hole. You fell in love with the absence, not the woman." lust grimm

"Her name was Mira," he whispered. "I wanted her so badly that I carved her a thousand times. But each time I finished, the wanting got worse. The statue wasn't her . So I carved again. And again." Aldric looked at Lena’s statue

That night, Lena did something she had never done before. She took off her coat, sat at his workbench, and picked up his chisel. She carved herself. Not her face—her hunger. She carved a figure of a woman reaching for something just out of frame, her fingers clawing the air. "The Lust Grimm isn't about love

Lena was a collector of rare afflictions. She wasn't a doctor; she was a scavenger of broken things. When she heard that a famous sculptor named Aldric had locked himself in his atelier with the Lust Grimm , she traveled three days through the rain to find him.

And it felt like coming home.