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... e encroaching frost of the cave. Isole leaned her head against the rough stone wall, her eyes sliding shut as the exhaustion finally claimed her. The rhythmic sound of Vane’s whetstone against his spear followed her into the dark. It was a steady, grounding noise that slowly morphed into something else. It became the sound of silver needles clicking against porcelain.
The smell of wet limestone vanished. It was replaced by the overwhelming, cloying scent of white lilies and ancient cedar ...
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