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... f velvet filling inside—warm but not overly heavy.
Not far away, there was a balcony.
The window on one side did not have expensive glass panes, but it was still fitted with finely crafted wooden lattices.
Hughes turned over, got out of bed, and walked over to push open the window.
Bright sunlight poured in from outside, and the warm, humid sea breeze lifted the curtains.
A few seagulls swept past the window, circling the mountaintop on the southern side o ...
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