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... in and I came back in, salt clinging to my skin, damp curls escaping my braid, and bare feet tracking sand across the floor.
I was bone-tired, muscles aching in a way that promised consequences later, yet my mind sparkled, startlingly clear, as if someone had switched on a light within me.
Sunlight poured through the tall windows in pale golden sheets, catching dust motes and transforming them into tiny, swirling confetti.
The scent of breakfast—warm bread, citrus, rich c ...
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