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... ing the comfort of bed.
Aelindria stirred as he dressed by the pale light, but said nothing, only reached out once, her fingers brushing his hand in quiet blessing.
He pressed his lips to her knuckles, then left before the warmth of her presence made him falter.
Dawnhaven's streets were already stirring.
Smoke rose from the forges, the hammering of apprentices carried faintly in the air, and the scent of iron and oil cut through the frost.
Where once the c ...
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