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... had begun to fill with soft gold light, the first warmth of morning slipping through the pale curtains and stretching across the stone floor. The fire in the hearth had long since burned down to embers, its glow faint but steady in the dim room.
Killan woke slowly.
Not to alarm, or the distant call of horns as he often had during war, but to warmth.
It took him a moment to understand why.
His arms were wrapped around someone.
Aya.
Memory returned ...
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