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... tion resistance.
What he noticed first was the weight on his chest.
It was white.
No—he was staring at white hair, strands of snow-like hair floating gently as a pair of soft breaths rose and fell against his skin.
A beautiful young woman.
An elf.
Her ears were long, regal, pointed like crescent moons. Her face, though delicate, carried shadows under her eyes—dark circles born not of sleep, but grief. Fatigue. She had waited long. Too long.
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