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... the pale light spilling across the inn room and the soft rustle of Mokko setting the table. Lucy was already wobbling happily near the counter, ribbon perked as though she could sense the day’s importance.
Breakfast was simple—scrambled eggs, warm bread from the basket of staples, and the last of the fresh fruit Mokko had managed to buy downstairs. They ate quietly, each of them conserving their energy for what lay ahead. Marron felt every bite settle in her stomach like a steadying weig ...
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