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submerged to her chin. “Open your mouth, little doe.” His rumbling voice traveled through her bones and calmed her rattling teeth. She opened. The edge of his cupped hand met her bottom lip, and he poured water into her mouth. It was warmer than the frigid stream. From his hot palm, she distantly realized.
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