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... or some unknown reason, Javier Sinclair dreamed of that dilapidated temple in a world of ice and snow, and of his mother, her breath faint as she lay in his arms...
When he opened his eyes again, it was already morning.
He could hear the chirping of birds from the treetops outside his window.
He shifted his hands slightly and felt the woman’s slender waist beneath them. Her leg was draped over his, and her arms were wrapped around him like an octopus.
Javier Sincl ...
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