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... spilled through the curtains, painting the chamber in a soft golden glow. Birds chirped outside as though mocking the fact that inside, Lucien felt like a corpse reborn. His lashes fluttered, and he groaned softly, his voice rough with sleep.
"Why... do I feel tired the very moment I wake up...?" he mumbled, rubbing his temple.
Then something wriggled against his chest.
"Mmmh... Mama..." came a tiny, muffled voice.
Lucien peeked under the blanket, only for his he ...
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