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... rely audible over the quiet crackle of the oil lamp.
The room was dim, warm, heavy with the faint scent of burning wood and something sweet—the wine Isabella was currently swirling in her cup. She sat on the floor beside Cyrus, shoulder to shoulder, her knees drawn close, her golden hair still damp from the night’s rain. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable—just fragile, like the pause before a confession.
"This wine is good," Isabella murmured after a while, lifting the ...
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