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... y and soft as the morning mist.
Alaric’s eyes snapped open. He was still cocooned in the grey-blue wool of Sansa’s travel cloak, his head resting in her lap. The scent of winter roses was thick in the air, a reminder of the girl looking down at him with an expression that held no traces of the "Little Dove" the world saw.
"You slept well," she murmured, her fingers giving his dark hair one final, lingering stroke. "It has been nearly two hours. I watched the treeline the whole ti ...
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