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... vasion that pierced through the heavy velvet curtains. It landed right on her face, warm and insistent.
Ines groaned. She turned away from the window, burying her face deep into the soft, down-filled pillow. She pulled the silk sheet up over her head, trying to create a small, dark cave where the day could not find her.
"It is morning already?" she whispered, her voice husky with sleep.
She didn’t want to wake up. Waking up meant leaving the dreams. Waking up meant facing ...
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