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Kael's warmth lingered long after Isla stepped back.
They stood in the low light of her chambers, surrounded by silence too fragile to break. Outside, winter frost had begun to gather on the windowsill, whispering against the glass as if the wind itself mourned something it couldn't name.
"I didn't come here to make you forgive me," Kael said fin
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