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Nethwador watched the goings-on, wakening slowly, sniffing the baking bread and the occasional fresh air when the door opened and snowflakes blew in, only to sizzle on the hearth.
Bella was nearby. She had been dreaming, but now she slept quietly. He watched the glow and flicker of the firelight on her face and hair, and waited for her to wake up.
He was happy.
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