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... painting the room in soft silver. The night outside was still, with the only sound within being the crackle of the hearth fire and the quiet rhythm of his breathing.
He lay motionless on the wide bed. Around him, his girls knelt in silence. Their faces were full of concern.
Ayame sat at the head of the bed, letting Quinlan’s head rest on her naked lap. Her hand moved slowly through his hair, letting her fingers brush against his temple with a tenderness only those who truly love ...
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