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... he stiff bristle brush scraped over her tender skin.
Her breath hitched and her body trembled with each stroke, her skin already raw from countless scrubbings.
"It... it hurts," she whimpered, clutching the edge of the golden bathing spring as her knees nearly buckled.
The hour was unbearably early and there was no light in the sky yet. In Celestial terms, it was the Hour of Silent Moons, what Drakonians called the "Third Flame" of the night when dragons slept with one ey ...
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