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A moment of stillness balanced on a razor’s edge.
Then, a low breathy laugh escaped Louis.
Gallica reared her head back while it knocked the wind out of Rose. Her mind flashed to verdant scenery and children’s laughter, a memory so buried as to be a long lost treasure newly discovered. Of pale hair like the sun and eyes as blue as the sky flitting across a field of white flowers, towards a village unburned.