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Chapter 12: Rowan's Command

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FAYE'S POV

I woke to the smell of herbs and something that might have been broth.

For several long moments, I couldn't quite place where I was. The ceiling above me was wooden, rough-hewn beams that caught the amber glow of firelight. The surface beneath me was soft—far softer than anything I'd slept on in years. Clean blankets covered me, heavy and warm, the kind of blankets that suggested someone who knew how to maintain comfort.

I was in the cabin. The memory surfaced slowly, pulled from ben
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