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The cool was good, the cool was enclosing, and Ellory stirred, cheek sliding along the fresh sheets. It was late in the day by the look of the light coming in through the lace curtains. He blinked and sat up on his elbows, groaning at the twinge in his back. He still ached. Either the fall was terrible or it was a simple testament to his age, but it hurt regardless. In more ways than one. Ellory knew this would be a difficult trip, even with Delia, but he was beginning to realize just how taxing each day was going to be in this heat. He recalled the taxi ride from the airport, the wall of heat, the immediate dizziness. He’d tried to remain coherent, he’d tried to keep track of where they were in the city, but a mist had clouded his brain, making it fizzle and pop like an egg cooking on pa
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