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... harpened in the shifting light, or at least the part the mask allowed her to see. His lips were slightly parted, his breath a steady rhythm that whispered through both mouth and nose. A faint, almost imperceptible snore threaded the silence between them. The new emerald pin at the base of his braid caught the sun and flickered like a shard of captured light. Loose strands of hair had fallen across his brow, swaying when the breeze teased them.
Before she could think better of it, she was ...
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