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They slept like that for a while and later—nearer morning when they both awoke—he guided their pace more attentively, and in time he heard her begin to make her own sequence of discoveries, on a taken breath and another—like a climber reaching one ridge and then a higher one—before the god’s sun finally rose in testament to battles won again, if at cost, in the night.
Sailing to Sarantium (The Sarantine Mosaic, #1)
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