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After a few moments, foosteps began to sound, approaching Shadow's room. A young woman poked her head through the curtain of beads. A bright smile curved on her face as soon as she saw that Shadow was awake. Her dark eyes shone in the room's warm light, crinkling the small black tattoo on her temple.
"Ah, you're awake!" she murmured in her smoky voice. She dipped out of the room momentarily and picked up something that had been resting on a little table in the hallway. She returned to the room holding a large tray in both hands. When she got closer to the bed, Shadow would see that the tray held a pitcher of water and a glass, a little teapot and a matching cup, a plate full of sliced roasted lamb, two little bowls of creamy dip, several slices of freshly baked pocket bread, and a variety of sauteed and herb-spotted vegetables. The smell was intoxicating.
The young woman set the tray down on the side table beside Shadow's bed and indicated a fork on the tray should he desire to use it. "Go on," she said, nodding towards the tray. "You must be starving. You've been here for a long time."
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