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... resting against the pane, as if part of him hadn’t quite let go of the night yet. Then he turned away and moved toward the small table. His stomach wasn’t growling, but there was a hollow ache beneath his ribs—fatigue, not hunger, the kind that came from carrying too much for too long. He lowered himself into the chair, and the wood creaked under his weight, a quiet, ordinary sound that felt strangely grounding.
He tore off a piece of bread, dipped it into the steaming broth, and brought ...
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