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Chapter 315

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BRIDIE POV

"What will you name her."

Elira asked it softly, having been allowed in once the healer finished her final checks, the whole extended family crowded warmly at the doorway beyond.

The room was quiet now, save for the soft crackle of birch in the hearth and the gentle, rhythmic snuffle of the tiny bundle tucked against my chest. The dawn had turned the sky from bruised twilight into liquid gold, spilling through the mullioned windows and dusting the linen sheets in a rich, amber warmt
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