Ten minutes of careful searching later, Maelyn faced the dismal truth - she was bookless.
Books, Reading
Maelyn smiled. If books could have litters, she'd be just as happy.
The coverlet warmed her legs. The firelight wobbled over the pages. Maelyn sank into the world the words wrapped around her, hushing everything that hurt, and seeping tranquility right down to her toes. She was home.
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