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Sunlight sliced through the blinds, painting stripes across Solyi's face. She lay still, watching Miren sleep beside her. Dark hair spilled over the pillowcase, lips slightly parted. Even now, beauty clung to her, though it was shadowed by that familiar, maddening stubbornness. Solyi's hand drifted toward the cigarettes on the nightstand. A sleep-roughened voice stopped her. 'What are you doing?' Miren's eyes were slits of gray. Solyi sighed, the morning already turning. 'Going to smoke.' Miren pushed herself up, a grimace twisting her mouth. 'I don't allow it. It's bad for you.' Solyi rolled her eyes, feeling the old resentment tighten in her chest. 'You smoke like a freight train.' Miren said nothing, just stared from under lowered brows, all silent judgment. Solyi set the cigarette dow…