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... with light streaming through the gaps in the wooden shutters of Morvane's home. He stirred awake, still bearing the weight of yesterday's events on his chest. He had dreamed of his awakening for years, but now. He felt haunted by the absence of a mark.
Still, the aroma of steaming bread and freshly brewed tea filled the air to remind him of the warmth of his adoptive grandmother's presence. He got out of bed and began with the routine of washing up and getting dressed and eventually walk ...
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