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The soft golden light of morning spilled into the room through the sheer curtains, bathing everything in a warm glow. The air was still, heavy with the quiet intimacy of dawn, the world outside not yet stirring.

AUTHOR
The soft golden light of morning spilled into the room through the sheer curtains, bathing everything in a warm glow. The air was still, heavy with the quiet intimacy of dawn, the world outside not yet stirring.
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