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The Lost Mage

Morning.  “Morning,” Darakin replied.  “Mornin’,” Nora murmured without moving.  “How about I go make us some coffee?” Darakin offered.  “Mm, sounds heavenly.” Nora snuggled deeper into the blankets.  Darakin made his way to the kitchen and stared at the coffee maker, trying to recall Nora’s inst...