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... g candles and the lingering heat of their bodies.
On the makeshift bed of furs and discarded curtains, the world felt small, contained within the four walls of Soren’s office.
But as the designated "morning" hour approached, the illusion of safety began to fray.
Soren was the first to wake. He lay perfectly still, his massive frame anchoring the corner of the room.
Beside him, Eris was a vision of fragile peace, her snow-white hair fanned out across his bicep like ...
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