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Sorsha
As she swings her feet off the wooden planks of the floor and onto the bed, she stretches her arms and gives a silent, yet hearty yawn. Her entire back has been strained and flings herself contentedly onto the mattress and pillow, so glad is she of getting a decent rest at last.
It is a dreamless night that passes; her breathing is normal and cheeks rosy. The future can wait for now.
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