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... his skin. Dew glittered on every leaf and ribbon, the glyph trees seeming half-dreamt in the haze. Susan stood near the cooking ring, sleeves rolled, hair already tied back, her presence solid and grounding as ever. Layla knelt beside her, blowing on a small flame as it caught under dry bark.
"Morning," Jude murmured as he approached.
"Morning," Susan replied, sparing him a glance as she stirred chopped roots in a pot. "You slept in."
"Grace needed the warmth." He said i ...
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