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... for it. The wooden shutters didn’t block much, so the sunlight slipped through in thin white lines across his face. He groaned, rolled to his side, and blinked until the blurriness faded. His shoulder ached a bit from sleeping on a mattress that had lost the war with time long ago, but he’d had worse.
For a moment he stayed still, listening. The house breathed softly around him. Pots clinked in the kitchen. Lyra hummed in the next room, her voice low, carrying the tune of someone who hum ...
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