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... urtains of the queen’s chamber. Soft. Gray. The kind of light that came just after dawn, when the world was waking but not yet awake.
I opened my eyes slowly, my body still heavy with sleep and the exhaustion of the night before. The room still held the heat and scent of what had passed between us, that mix of sweat and perfume and something else, something that belonged only to Elara. But the intensity had cooled. The air was quieter now. Still.
Too still.
I reached for ...
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