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... ng, soft and fine.
The village moved in its usual winter rhythm. Men rotated on the walls, smoke drifted from the meat houses, and the academy children sat near a fire, practicing their crooked marks under Ophelia and Shelia’s supervision while Isabella checked storage records nearby.
Osiris was bored.
He sat on a stone fence, legs swinging, watching Isabella’s back as she worked.
Her thick winter dress could not hide the roundness of her stomach or the way her mo ...
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