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... in bruised purples and burnt orange, the colors bleeding like fresh ink on parchment.
The wood-framed porch glowed gently under lantern light, a soft beacon in the twilight, while a breeze stirred the wind chimes above the door—soft and metallic, like the hum of waiting magic, their tinkling notes a subtle invitation.
Lor didn’t hesitate.
He opened the door and stepped inside, the warmth spilling out like an embrace—the scent of cardamom tea and polished oak filling his ...
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