The world returned to Mira in waves of intoxicating warmth and unfamiliar sensations. First was the scent: dried mountain juniper, beeswax, aged vellum, and the clean, crisp fragrance of winter ozone. Second was the sound: the steady, soothing crackle of ironwood logs burning in an enormous stone hearth, and the rhythmic scratch of a quill moving across heavy parchment somewhere nearby. Third was the touch: soft, thick blankets of white…
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