Late in the afternoon, the great room of the Falcon's Lair was bathed in the warm, golden glow of the stone fireplace. Leo sat in a deep leather armchair wrapped in a thick wool blanket, a bowl of rich chicken broth resting on the small table beside him. His face had color again, his hair had been washed and trimmed, and though he remained gaunt, the sharp, brilliant spark in…
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