Warmth. That was the first sensation that broke through the thick, gray fog of Selene’s unconsciousness. It was not the harsh, choking heat of the sulfur braziers in Shadowclaw Keep, but a gentle, enveloping warmth that smelled of fragrant cedar, dried mountain lavender, and sweet beeswax candles. Beneath her, the mattress was deep and soft, layered with plush linen sheets and heavy velvet quilts that felt like a cloud against…
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