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... casting long, honey-colored ribs of light across the wreckage of the previous night. It was the cusp of winter, the season where the air in Noctharis usually turned into a whetted blade, but inside the heavy oak bed, Ilaria was drowning in a sweltering, delicious heat.
She was tucked so deeply into the furs and linens that she felt like a cinnamon roll in a soft tangle of warmth and silk. For a long, hazy moment, she just lay there, her mind a blank, sunny slate. Her first conscious act ...
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