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... e blanket up to Sera’s shoulders, tucking the edge just under the fall of her hair. The lamplight was low, it felt gentle as honey, and the window breathed a square of moon light onto the floorboards. The Bent Penny creaked its old, fond creaks —the kind that said you’re safe for tonight— and the world downstairs was a wash of muffled laughter, the soft clink of cups, the occasional cat remark from the shed roof outside.
When John tried to stand up. Sera’s hand found the back of his neck ...
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