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... gave an unfamiliar chill that seeped into his skin.
Cold stones bit at his feet as he walked inside, their cobbled edges jabbed him with small, needling stings. A wooden tub sat against the far wall, its surface blackened, worn down by years of use.
The steam from the warm water that filled the tub brushed against his face, carrying the faint iron tang of well-water, sharp enough that he almost tasted it in his mouth.
Ruvian unbuttoned his linen shirt and let it slip fro ...
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