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The shadow didn’t move away from her.

For a moment, he allowed himself to believe that the moment he shared with Tamar must have been what love felt like. It was warm and pleasant. It brought happiness to him, despite the weight of his heart.

Easal, Crowfeather whispered gently. He spoke it as though the sound of his voice might threaten to crack and break it.

The shadow smiled, a flicker of his dark lips. It faded swiftly, but she had found a way to warm him.