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Chapter 47: Ashes and anchors

My mouth crashed against his.

Not gentle. Not questioning. Starving. It was salt from my earlier tears, the bitter tang of the spilled herbs, and the shocking sweetness of his gasp as my hands fisted in the soft linen of his tunic. For a heartbeat, he froze, the healer startled by the wound. T...