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... as the golden light of early morning painted gentle streaks across the ceiling. Noel Thorne opened his eyes slowly. For a few seconds, he forgot where he was. The bed was too soft, the silence too complete. Then it clicked.
’Teralis... Right. The wedding.’
He sat up with a sigh, brushing a hand through his hair—and winced. His blond strands, longer than he preferred, fell past his nose and curled behind his ears. A few locks even brushed his shoulders now. He stood and walked ov ...
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