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The first glow of dawn appeared over the horizon. In an hour it would be  beautiful, an ocean of fire setting the thin veils of clouds ablaze.But for now, it was still that pale green that appeared almost sickly, especially to the man who had already been staring at the sky for most of an hour. Jason slouched in a large alabaster chair upon the terrace outside his bedchamber. A cushion below him took off the chill of the stone seat. A wool blanket made of the finest weave shielded him from the bite of the morning air. He had seen far too many sunrises of late. How long had it been since the sun last woke him up rather than the reverse?

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Cleopatra Loves Books said…
Aw that sounds like a sad opening - I want to know more about this man, and why he can't sleep. Here is my Tuesday post https://cleopatralovesbooks.wordpress.com/2015/06/23/first-chapter-first-paragraph-june-23/
June 22, 2015 at 10:03 PM
Girl Who Reads said…
It doesn't really catch my attention, but I hope you enjoy it. Girl Who Reads
June 23, 2015 at 3:26 PM
Nise' said…
I would need to read a bit more to decide.
June 23, 2015 at 6:52 PM
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