Uktar 6, 1490 DR
The little cottage by the Dessarin River was steeped in the cozy aromas of wood smoke, cinnamon, and the unmistakable trace of Sanise's latest baking mishap. Outside, the air was crisp and clear, but inside, a thick, tender warmth wrapped around us like a soft blanket. I sat at the table with Cadran curled on my lap, eyes fixed on the uneven little cake crowned with a single flickering candle—a symbol of a full year. A year where chaos had blossomed into family.[…]
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