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Valen burrowed deeper into his father’s chest, his tiny body relaxing until he finally dozed off, a soft sigh escaping him.
“I’ll put him down,” Darius whispered, his voice hoarse with ffatigue.
I sat near the bed, my legs aching, watching them. My fingers were wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone lukewarm, the herbal scent doing little to soothe my own exhaustion. Across the nursery, a small, intricately carved wooden cradle stood, a naming gift from Nara’s kin. It was beautiful, strong, and a stark reminder of the unique world Valen was born into.
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