“Elunara,” I murmur, brushing damp hair from her forehead.She doesn’t wake, but her breath is strong. There’s no strain in her throat. Just the soft, steady rhythm of life. Still, her body shudders against my touch, muscles tensing as the last of the night’s chill claws its way across her skin.Beh
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