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... way it always did, curling around stone corridors and resting where it was welcome. By the time Ilaria stirred, the world had already decided to be kind. The night’s heaviness had thinned into something manageable, folded neatly away with the memory of shared dinner, low voices, and the familiar comfort of Levan’s presence beside her as midnight passed and sleep finally claimed them both.
The solarium greeted them.
Not the harsh glare of noon, but the gentle gold of early mornin ...
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