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... over his skin. Azriel’s eyelids pried themselves open, vision swimming; he blinked a few stubborn times until the blur resolved into a wooden ceiling. Several candles burned around him, their wax breathing a soft vanilla scent through the room.
‘…Was that a dream?’
He turned his head—everything weighed a ton, as if stone had settled in his neck and shoulders—and let out a slow, rough breath.
‘What happened…’
He forced his thoughts to line up.
‘Right.’
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