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It was a long, warm day. The sun was just starting to slant downward and the fortress was still filled with a day's worth of drowsy, wood-scented heat. Daye was sprawled on the floor, lost in thoughts or dozing--Rory couldn't tell from this angle. A gloaming wind ruffled the surface of the pond. It swept through the open window, licking a path of goose bumps across Rory's forearms.