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... permeated the dome-shaped room.
The wooden wall panels had been slightly heated by last night’s fire, and a lingering scent of ash and charcoal hung in the air.
Ian slowly opened his eyes under the heavy woolen blanket.
For a moment upon waking, he even forgot where he was. Having moved here for half a year, he was still unaccustomed.
The bed was too soft, the bedding too warm, and the ceiling above too neat and pristine.
He habitually turned his head and ...
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