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... rapped in a towel. She wore a sleeveless, silk, milk-colored gown. Evening had already fallen, and she figured she might sleep early tonight.
If she and Zavren decided to go for a night walk—which was very possible—she could always change again, though she doubted it. Quietly, she walked toward the mirror and sat on the soft stool.
Her gaze shifted to Zavren. His hands were covering his eyes and forehead as he lay on the bed, as if lost in deep thought. He must not have noticed h ...
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