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... in’s side and there was a nasty crick in his neck. He probably would have been considerably colder if there hadn’t been a familiar warm weight on top of his chest and against his arm.
His eyes fluttered open and he blinked the sleep away. There was a layer of darkness covering everything but he could still vaguely make out his surroundings. He was still in his smithy, in the exact spot where he’d flopped to the ground the previous night.
He probably would have been a bit more com ...
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