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... e’s winter garden, wearing only loose gray shorts that hung low on his hips.
Lazy snowflakes drifted down from a steel-gray sky, catching in his dark hair and melting against his shoulders.
His breath fogged in slow white clouds as he held the phone to his ear.
"Yes, My Lord," Callista’s voice came through the line, slightly distorted by the distance.
"She is here right now. Still unconscious. The suppression field is holding steady. The healers are monitoring her ...
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