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... on fire on his wedding night. Even weeks after his return, the fire within him hadn’t settled. Not in the hearth and certainly not in his veins.
King Casimir lay on a low divan near the open windows, where he could breathe in the fresh air and bask in the sunlight that streamed in pale and gold.
He barely moved except for the slow rise and fall of his chest as though even breathing too deeply might reopen some of the wounds that had been stitched together.
The silver bra ...
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