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... en clarity of late summer. From this height, the gardens rippled down the hillside like green silk, and beyond them, the city shimmered in soft heat haze.
Dax sat across from him, posture perfect even in leisure, the sunlight striking threads of silver through his pale hair. His black shirt was open at the collar, the faint gold embroidery at the cuffs catching when he moved.
Chris, by contrast, looked achingly human. He’d dressed comfortably in a loose ivory shirt, sleeves rolle ...
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