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... bed, one boot half-laced, his fingers still at the laces. He didn’t look up. "Enter."
The oak door creaked open, and Cassar stepped inside, the scent of morning snow clinging to the hem of his cloak. He smelled of pine smoke and the sharp sting of morning frost.
"You’re up early," Cassar said, letting the door close behind him. His eyes scanned the room, landing on the untouched tray of breakfast. "Trouble sleeping? Or did the ghosts get loud again?"
Berith didn’t bother ...
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