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... hem like a closed door, Rafael found himself walking palace corridors again with a weight that was both familiar and entirely new.
Natalie was small against his chest, bundled in soft layers that smelled faintly of milk and clean unscented linen, her little mouth pursed in that serious way infants had - as if she’d been born already judging the world and finding it mildly inconvenient. Rafael kept one arm under her with the practiced care of a man who had learned quickly, and the other h ...
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