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... self into night. Distant fires flickered like dying stars across the grasslands. The wind carried the smell of incoming rain.
Owen stood at the open doorway of the guest quarters, wings half-unfurled, black scales catching moonlight in faint iridescent gleams. His tail swayed slowly, restless. Behind him, the soft pad of bare feet.
"You should sleep," Yuki said. "Morning will come fast." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"I Can’t." He didn’t turn. "It’s too loud in here." He ...
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