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... thin curtains. The room smelled faintly of a calm scent that was diffused in the air. Selene was still deep in the warmth of her blanket, her breathing slow, her dreams untroubled.
That peace shattered with the pounding of fists against the door.
"Selene!" The voice was sharp and frantic; it was Sara’s. "Selene, wake up!"
Selene’s eyes cracked open, her body reluctant to move. "If you’re not dying," she muttered into the pillow, "you’d better have breakfast in your hands. ...
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