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... ing the covers tighter a me. It felt far too early to be getting up, and my body ached with fatigue. The knocking persisted, louder this time. But I didn't care and continued to sleep.

I was deep in a dream wh I felt someone shaking me awake. Groaning, I buried my face deeper into the pillow, determined to ignore the intrusion.

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"Lady Elara, you must wake up," came the familiar voice of the maid, Anara.

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