The Lunar Legacy
Her lips brushed his cheek, her breath warm against his skin, her body leaning into him, the heat of the fire mingling with the heat of their connection, the clearing a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light.
Eryn stood beside Torin, her chestnut hair now a soft white, tied back with a leather cord, strands catching the sunlight, her hazel eyes dim but bright with memory, her tunic a soft gray embroidered with silver runes, her quill pendant hanging around her neck, her skin wrinkled and tanned, her hands trembling slightly as they held a new leather journal, a continuation of Lila’s work, the firelight dancing on her face, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared legacy. Scribe, her wol
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