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... t had begun to retreat from Iceland’s green fjords and black volcanic ridges.
The glaciers loomed still in the distance, but summer whispered her promise across the land.
Before he stirred, Róisín had already lain awake.
This warmth… it’s not just the hearth. It’s breath and bone. It’s the quiet sound of safety.
For years, sleep had been lonely; a thing endured, not embraced. Even in dreams, she had wandered through halls that felt like tombs.
But here, be ...
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